Femmolition

Predator Press

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I remember Mom looking down at me and smiling.

“You can be anything you want to be,” she explained. “You can be a musician, an astronaut, a scientist … anything.” Winding in the strained peas on the yellow plastic spoon she soothed, “The only thing you can’t be is a failure.”

And she was right.

-I should have been a musician, astronaut, or scientist.