Yvonne, Again

  She stood at the Newton intersection, an ostentatious display of color and artistry. Locals drove by slowly, unsure of how to react – perhaps blinded by the yellow balloons. Waiting for a break in the traffic (it wasn’t a long wait), she walked to the middle of the four roads and let the helium (and her…

I will always remember my senior portrait. But not in a good way. I walked into Wal-Mart’s portrait studio (yes, I did say Wal-Mart. don’t judge.) to sit on a very uncomfortable wooden box with black velvet covering it (was the velvet supposed to make me feel special? or to make the seat more comfortable?…

Hannah is a bouquet of daisies, a cup of chai, and an autumn walk. All rolled into one. She is beautiful. Like a daisy. Nothing forced, nothing unnatural. Just real, raw, happy beauty. I mean, those eyes: you can’t deny those eyes! She is full of surprises. Like when you find out that a Pride-and-Prejudice-quoting…