Happy Birthday

I recently celebrated my birthday and nothing reminded me more of encroaching mortality than junk mail full of well wishes pimping eye cream, 401Ks, and […] Read More

Reclaimed

There was once a young girl who imagined she was adopted. Though she looked like the parents and siblings who loved and cared for her, […] Read More

Clothed in Dignity

I was three years old when a babysitter chopped off my hair without my mother’s knowledge. Typical bowl cut. Very boyish. My mother had spent […] Read More