Nonfiction

Drizzle.

To be quiet more. Be angry less. Watch shows and read books and listen to music people recommend to me, and not forget. Cry, without anxiety, embarrassment, fear or shame. Trust. Bite at the skin of my lips less. Sing more.

Wow, December again so soon?

What do I want to be when I get older? 

It’s only a matter of time before I’m an adult and on my own. 

But what profession will I have? 

How will I do on my own? 

Will it all be okay? 

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall, it’s how many times you get up that counts. Because if you fall 99 times you’ve gotten up 100 times.

Woah.

I've been busy.

I haven't posted for 5 months.

I haven't opened the site for 5 months.

I have a good reason.

I promise.

I shipped myself to a New England boarding school?

Author’s note

My favorite comfort item is a doll my aunt gave me. I named her Didi; I don't really know why, but that's been her name for just about as long as I can remember. 

• Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.

I had never been the type for Teddy Bears since I was little. And yet, one of my favorite stuffed animals was a toy Bear, and it changed things for me.

She has just showered, and her hair hangs limp down her back, washed of the shampoo she waited five minutes, forehead against the cool tile wall, to rinse off. The sky is ink and charcoal, but then, it has been for hours.

My name is Giovani. I remember the filling of the snow falling from the sky. I come from Brazil, a country that has summer there every day for 365 days, the only place that snows is on the very south and that is not every time  that happens.