An Open Letter To Broken Hearts Everywhere

From Curryousamerican.com When I was in the third grade, I got stung by a bee while taking a spelling test. He came out of nowhere – traveled up my 90’s acid-washed jeans, and bit me – and I screamed in unimaginable agony. “What is it, Sheena?” Mrs. Inglis yelled to me from the other side of the room. “I don’t know, Mrs. Inglis. But it … Continue reading An Open Letter To Broken Hearts Everywhere