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

Be mine sweet Valentine

It was January 2. I stepped inside a CVS for toilet paper and was immediately thrust into a world of pink and red, blazing heart […] Read More

Says

Hers is a strong voice: rich, confident, heard above the murmurs of the crowd. Other times a soft whisper, gentle yet assured and no less […] Read More