embracing the curves

when i was eleven years old my mother had to measure me for a dress. i don’t remember what the dress was for, though i’m sure it had something to do with church, but i do remember her gaping at the numbers. 36. 24. 36. she looked me and said, ‘wanda you’re a brick house.’…

teenagers…i think i learn more than i teach

i work with a young woman who has quite literally been chasing the ‘love of her life’ for months. it’s heartbreaking watching her leap over fences and crawl through valleys for stolen moments and misguided intentions. the object of her affection has been illusive and flighty. in some cases stringing her alone while in others…