My Grandfather Helps Me Find Myself, Even Though He's Gone
My family isn’t religious, but we have a saying that we do believe in my grandfather. And an essay he wrote about me reminds me to believe in myself.
Willie Wonka
Being There
What I Did This Summer, M. J. Tully, “Oompa”


The Brave Little Toaster


Bridey is a freelance writer based in Washington, DC. More of her work can be found at brideyheing.com.
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