At Fifteen My Parents Threw Me Out Into A Storm Until What Happened Next Changed Everything

color I wanted, and what she meant, though she didn’t say it this way, was that the space was mine in the way that spaces become yours only when someone grants you the right to change them. I painted them a dark blue-gray, the color of the ocean at depth, and I sat in that room at night with my textbooks and felt, for the first time I could remember,continue reading …