Category: Shame

  • Marnie avoided her best friend for the past two weeks. If she thought she heard Lettie's voice, or smelled Lettie's attar of roses while she was out running errands, Marnie ducked down dark alleys and hid in really spider-webby photinias. She began to get disgusted with herself. She should have just come out and said,…

  • Anne doesn't want to answer your questions. She knows you know her dark glasses aren't a fashion statement. Looks like rain today. Anne can't understand why you'd want to know how she's doing. Truth is bothersome when it comes to chitchat. No one likes to hear a fear story or a shame story. Her hero's…