My Sister, the Writer

My sister, Rebekah, was a writer. I remember when I was eight years old, watching her sit at her desk as she wrote with vigorous strokes of her pen. She was constantly dipping it in the bottle of ink that stood on the desk near her right arm. She would write for hours into the [...]


My Tiny House

My name is Zoe. I live in a very, very, very small house. My kitchen is so tiny that only my mother is ever in the kitchen, because there’s only room for one person. My living room is so tiny that my sisters and I have to bring cushions from our bed into the living [...]