I have reached the point where I’ve anxiously twisted my hair so much that my wrist aches. And it doesn’t make me quit, I just use my other hand. I was called beautiful twice this week out of the blue and I don’t know what to think; because there are many times I think the…
September 16th, 2026 At 22, our moms were married. And at 24, they had me and you. Yes, this may be true. But when will we stop believing that we are somehow behind; as if there is any timeline better than this? As if there is another story that could be unfurling right now; this…
September 15th Every morning, I wake and I either have to will myself—sometimes through tears—to get up out of bed and off to work. I’ve never been so late to anything on more than one occasion in my life. Or I wake up and try to comfort myself with cartoons or silly videos. This, I…
