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?