Life is getting in the way of writing. Don't you hate when that happens. All of the obligations of adulthood getting in the way of something you really want to do? I'll be honest, it's not a matter of time, really. I know that I have an hour here and there to sneak in some… Continue reading There’s never enough time in the day or space in the head
A few weeks ago I mentioned to a friend I rarely see that I was letting my hair grow out. I text him a photo and called myself Storm, which is what my co-workers had been calling me. He replied, "No. You're Rogue." I started typing back "buzzkill" but decided to Google Rogue first. My… Continue reading Going Gray: Super Heroine to Villainess
I suppose that vanity has been my friend since childhood. I don't necessarily remember the start of our relationship, but I'm told countless stories about how, in spite of my crippling shyness, I would visit my neighbors in Puerto Rico in whatever new dress or outfit I had at the moment, simply to tell them "Me… Continue reading Breaking up with Vanity
I absolutely despise dyeing my hair. I will be 43 in six months, which will mean that at some point during that year there will have been 30 years of chemicals poured onto my poor head. That can’t be good, can it? But it’s not just about the chemicals at this point; the truth is… Continue reading To go gray or not to…wait, what is the question?