About My Hair
My first memory of feeling insecure has to do with my hair. It was the lightest of blonds when I was little; thick, coarse, frizzy, and...
This Isn't Forever
Friday morning I was sitting at my dining room table fighting back tears. I felt emotionally and physically exhausted and overwhelmed by...
Holding Tight, Letting Go
In one week and one day, the big yellow school bus will resume its route, stopping at the street corner right in front of my house. My...
