I Took A Human Heart To School For Show and Tell

here's how it went

In the middle of third grade my family moved a few towns over. I was relieved when I started my new school and there weren’t any Leanne Nisenbaums or Lisa Marx’s. They were the girls who called me “Pissa face” at my last school. Pissa rhymes with Carissa. They must have thought they were clever. It was 1970. My cat-eye glasses, uncombable frizzy hair, a…