My Mom Said I Had To Go Because My Sister Was Moving In. I Took Her Seriously, Found My Own Place, And Let The Silence Do The Rest.

wheel, the clay buckling under my palms.

“Relax,” the instructor said. “You’re not fixing anything here. You’re just making a mess on purpose.”

I let the clay wobble and collapse, reshaping it slowly. There was something quietly revolutionary about doing something badly and having it be fine.

On the bus ride home, my phone buzzed. A long text from Ivy.continue reading …