The summer between seventh and eighth grade I was riding my bike to the orthodontist while wearing flip flops when I stopped suddenly and my unprotected big toe was nearly severed by my kickstand. It’s not exactly catching my ballerina outfit on fire while riding on the back of my father’s motorcycle… but I could relate to some of Aisha’s childhood clumsiness. Our similarities ended in middle school (my drunken stories don’t start until the end of my senior year in high school) but Aisha’s […]