Today, I was a frog monster. I pulled a green, frog-covered baby blanket that my mother had quilted as a gift for one of the boys over my head, and hopped around Damaris’s bedroom making frog noises. And believe you me, I was no sissy “ribbit-ing” frog. I croaked. The kids attacked me with swords and killed me. Then I ate them for dinner. We repeated this several times.
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I'm a writer, aspiring linguist, and avid reader. I speak German and Russian, sew a lot of my own clothes, and am currently working on an anti-authoritarian novel for young/new adults covering the themes of citizenship and moral autonomy. View all posts by Laura Lynch