By: Kara Mae Adamo Today, I stayed behind to get some work done. I organized my calls so they would take place when I had
A wayward scribe exploring the world
By: Kara Mae Adamo Today, I stayed behind to get some work done. I organized my calls so they would take place when I had
When I was 17, I was–even by teenage standards–incredibly innocent and sheltered. I’d still never been kissed, apart from a couple of times on the