Protected: I Slept on the Beach

“The Spark in My Head” Sometimes my brain has a little spark,It starts in a place that’s deep and dark.It’s called the temporal lobe, you see—It’s part of what makes up the “thinking” me. It helps me hear and helps me talk,And sometimes it goes for a bumpy walk.When the spark comes through, things feel…

Melody bounced in her seat, unwrapping a Pumpkin Pastie. “You have to try one—like a warm hug in pastry form!” Duchess smiled politely. Melody pushed a box of Bertie Bott’s toward her. “Every Flavor Beans—every flavor. I once got sardine and soap. Roulette for your tongue!” She pulled out a Chocolate Frog next. “They jump!…

I was seven years old, sitting at the large, polished dining table in my grandparents’ house. The table always felt too big for me, its surface reflecting the overhead light in a way that made everything seem more serious than it was. That afternoon, my grandmother, my bà nội, had picked me up from school,…

The train hissed and groaned as it slowed to a stop, steam billowing around the windows. With a final jolt, the Hogwarts Express came to rest beneath the deepening dusk sky. All around them, the chatter of excited students rose like birdsong, echoing off the nearby cliffs. Duchess stood up, smoothing the sleeves of her…

“Let’s get you an animal, too!” They exited the shop and turned left down the road. “Personally, I’m a cat person. But, you can also have an owl, a toad, or a rat at Hogwarts. Owls can send messages and deliver mail for you, so they are useful. Rats are also very smart if you…

A poem about dementia Sometimes grown-ups lose their way,They forget what happened yesterday.They may not smile the way they did,Or call your name, dear little kid. Their brain, you see, is feeling tired—Like a lamp that’s lost its fire.It’s something called dementia, friend,And it’s a road that twists and bends. Not just for grandmas, old…