WHAT DID ONE TECTONIC PLATE SAY WHEN IT BUMPED INTO THE OTHER?

“SORRY, MY FAULT!”

DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE INSECURE PHYSICIST?

SHE WAS FISSION FOR COMPLIMENTS.

I also try talking to my best friend, Becky—except, mostly, I just repeat myself to Becky. This is because she conveniently forgets just enough details to make every story feel brand new. (I suspect she does this on purpose. I respect that.) This is not the life I imagined. I pictured more adventures. Fewer doctor visits. And possibly grandchildren who called me for reasons other than needing money for new shoes or a last-minute school fundraiser.

“Color is a language of its own. When you dress in joy, you share that joy with the world.” — Danielle Kruciak