As I sat in my 9th grade geography class I felt very uncomfortable, insecure and down right scared. Our teacher, an ex-military man in his 60’s with the voice of a drill sergeant, proceeded to give us the rules of his class room, that he fully intended to see carried
My blond hair phase. My first year of college. Cross-country running. My first attempt at street witnessing. Crocs. My attempt at owning a flower shop. My second year of college. Taking tap dancing classes. Thinking I could cook cookies without a recipe. Quilting. Watching Anna Karenina. Trying to draw faces. Gardening.