Anima by Taylor Grieshober I’ve been having a rough go of it. Most days I feel like the woman from The Red Shoes, like at any moment I might dance off a roof. When it all began, my mom suggested I burn sage. “It’ll cleanse your spirit,” she said, and gave me a Ziplock bag of the stuff even though she knows I hate the smell. She’s excessive like that. Like when we went school shopping and I found a […]