Category: Sugar Story

I still don't get why I can't keep it to myself sometimes. He was the most desirable among my uniformed compadres. I cannot recall his actual features, but I do remember the whispers and swooning upon his arrival and departure. He liked to pose. I don't recall him playing with the other kids in my… Continue reading Sugar Story: Crushed

I still don't get why internal conflict is resolved with external circumstances. "His butt cheeks were out?" "And not as a part of his costume," detailed my roommate from the third sublet I had acquired in Queens. "Well that explains why he felt comfortable enough to check the heat pants-less!" Shared spaces in densely populated… Continue reading Sugar Story: Piece of Work

I still don't get why I quit for the worse. I love championing a cause, especially in the form of analysis and complaining. When I quit my first job I was so fired up from all the readings I'd come across in college about the low wages PreK teachers receive. There was even a push… Continue reading Sugar Story: Circumstantial Evidence