Ordinary People Change the World: I Am Frida Kahlo
I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy to be alive as long as I can paint.
By Pamela Sergey
Arlene: In Our Own Words
For fear of exposure to the virus, the ambulance would not take Arlene and another little girl to the hospital: they were taken to the hospital in a hearse.
Millie Lill: What If . . .
I answer the door and stare. I realize that most of my friends are, shall we say, unique, but this person has silver hair in an elaborate updo, a tutu, and ballet slippers. Also wings! Yep, those transparent fluttery things are definitely wings.