Hannah Clark

“Now everyone knows, and I don’t even know how to act anymore.” She lifted her blue eyes to meet mine and a pained expression crossed her brow. I looked down, wrapped my fingers tighter around my coffee mug, and swallowed hard. I love this woman in front of me. She … Read More

New York City is not all Manhattan—skyscrapers, taxis, and “no sky to be seen.” There is Queens, my big-little borough, with brick apartment buildings decorated in ivy and graffiti, Spanish music wafting through the streets, and roadside vendors. Living in a city means there are people everywhere—in my face, at … Read More