Literary

Literary

I’m the type of person who takes his eggs early in the morning.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve practiced a habit that a friend once named “threading.”

I’m not proud to say it, but I saw “50 Shades of Grey” (and before you get upset, I made proper amends for feeding into the franchise). I didn’t go into it with high expectations.

A crowd of high school kids swarms in the door of the bagel place, and my first instinct is to cringe.

It’s true: I’ve never been much of a “birthday person.” When I was younger, I so dreaded hosting birthday parties that I often wished I often was a twin so I could at least share the party and avoid being the sole center of attention.

Hello, my name is Meredith Summers and I have a Type A personality. There. I said it. I have been trying to pretend for my whole life that I’m Type B, but I just can’t hide it anymore.

A hush falls over the classroom. Noticing, the girl falls silent and glances around at her peers. Whispers abound.

About a year ago, just after my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, I remember listening to the doctor’s explanation of the disease and what lies ahead.

Being in spaces like these, I feel undeniably good. They should honestly be called “good vibes spaces.”

Presuming that you yourself are not diabetic, at 7 years old, you only know so much about diabetes.