I took out the old photo albums. I do that every once in a while. Take a trip down memory lane. It's a sort of check in that reminds me where I once was, how far I've come, and how much further I have to go. Not long into the photo journey, I noticed something: … Continue reading Life in red lipstick
Going Gray: Super Heroine to Villainess
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
Breaking up with Vanity
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
To go gray or not to…wait, what is the question?
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?
Side effects may include: Moving towards a chemical-free life
It's funny what your mind hones in on when it can't sleep at 3 a.m. For me, most often, those things tend to be quite random. My family, my friends, a situation from my past that I hadn't thought about in years, and so on and so on. Last weekend, as I was still not … Continue reading Side effects may include: Moving towards a chemical-free life
The self-indulgence of words
Last week, hours after publishing and sharing the post, Love letter to my body, I saw a friend. At that moment, my mind was on the task at hand, so I was confused when he made a comment about me and my body. He was joking? Poking fun at me? I wasn't sure what. Moments … Continue reading The self-indulgence of words