Betsy Schow

You never know what you're gonna find when you look under those covers - grandma or the wolf.

Dear Grimm, we__e not in Emerald anymore._ I started to hyperventilate.Rexi remained sprawled on her back. She barely opened an eye at my hysterics. __uh.

First, I spit out a mouthful of dirt. Then, I screamed at the sky. __hat__ it! I__e had it! Everything is trying to kill me! All I did was make one stupid wish. Aladdin made three. I__ the hero of this story, so where__ my happy ending, already? It__ not fair.__exi bent over, trying to catch her breath. __ou know what__ not fair? Spending Muse Day as a toad just because the kitchen ran out of frog legs. Or being volunteered for this little journey. So build a bridge, then make like a billy goat and get over it already because no one is listening.

Snark is a fabulous defense mechanism.

Hope is like a balloon. It seems like it swells up just so someone else can pop it in your face.