Once upon a time, there was little girl with the most sensitive little spirit. She wanted desperately to have friends, to join in the conversations of the other fifth grade girls, to feel included. As she listened to the girls talk about music, she...
I remember it like it was yesterday – junior year. Senior year. The stress about money, the time spent researching colleges, visiting colleges, applying to colleges. Well, I didn’t visit that many, but I had friends who went all over the country....
