By: Lexie Pellegrin I’d grown accustomed to the sound of muffled yelling at a very young age; through three layers of My Little Pony coloring pages and a thick blanket strategically tacked to the hallway entrance leading to my bedroom, I could just barely make out some of the lethargic words that launched from Rod’s mouth. Something about a whole bench, a…Continue Reading We’re Okay
We’re Okay
