The New Me, the Old Me, and the Distance in Between
For almost two years, I have been chasing an old version of myself. She went missing several years ago, so gradually that I could not trace my steps back to the exact moment and location where I lost her. Maybe…
Beauty Shop Lessons in Faith: Transitions
As of Saturday, I am six months relaxer-free. Though I said I would never do it for fear of the upkeep of whatever curl pattern might lie beneath my permed hair, I am transitioning to natural. How did I go…
Life’s Treadmills
I suppose this is what it feels like to be stuck. Something akin to heavy footsteps landing on a rickety old treadmill day after day. Same drab concrete walls for scenery. Same few folks who always trickle into the gym…
