Time and time again, the villain winds up being burned. Doug and I grin at each other and hoot, “Just another maladjusted burn victim!"

I spent three days at my own personal Disney Land last week. In truth, I stayed just two miles away from the actual Disney Land, but I...

I write today wrapped in old clothes I don’t care about, so the bleeding won’t matter. Half of my body shines luminous scarlet, as my...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...