Thoughts from me, Stefanie Sere.


December 2015

On my first day of kindergarten I met this girl named Michelle. I was so excited to have met my first schoolmate, but then Fat Theresa came by to snatch her up. Theresa would have eaten Michelle if she could.

I stood by the big closet where we all left our coats. Mine was orange, like a pumpkin. Like a pumpkin at Cinderella’s ball at midnight: just a lousy pumpkin without horse and carriage; without a purpose. 

Poor Pumpkin.


“The Leaves, in an act of faith, let go of the trees and fall majestically. If only we could let go of this world so gracefully.” Rengetsucentral-park-new-york-autumn-900x1600

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