In the tell-me-again times, (…) when my mom and I lived in a little apartment in a little building downtown, I slept in her bed. It was a raft on the ocean, a cloud, a forest, a spaceship, a cocoon that we shared. I could stretch out like a five-pointed star and then she'd bundle me back up in her arms. I'd wake in the morning tangled in her hair.
Erica Lorraine ScheidtTag: children childhood mother-daughter childhood-memories
I want Toy to know that I know. That no matter how many boys tell her they love her, how many boys tell her she's beautiful, how many boys crawl into her window at night and make love to her, it doesn't help. That I know it doesn't help. She is my sister and I love her. Like I want her to love me.
Erica Lorraine ScheidtSam's house is everything I wanted, but didn't know to want...I want to wrap myself in this house like a blanket.
Erica Lorraine ScheidtYou don’t look like anyone special at all,” I tell him. And I curse him. And I start a club to hate him. And I make a magic spell to get rid of him.
Erica Lorraine ScheidtTag: children magic-spells
If you give boys what they want, they give you what you need. Right?
Erica Lorraine ScheidtAlone is how our story starts. But then I came along and changed all that.
Erica Lorraine ScheidtAll of me, I think. I still have that.
Erica Lorraine ScheidtShe's never been touched by a boy who knows what love looks like.I picture Sam's parents, his mom resting her hand in the center of his dad's back and the way his dad leans back against her.
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