Real Adulthood has Nothing to do with Tidy
18 Jun
My hair is always a mess. Arriving at church or my grandparent’s house or school, my mom would pull a small brush from her handbag and aim it towards me. “Do you want to brush your hair?” she’d ask. More command than question. Sometimes I miss subtleties. “Nope,” I’d reply, swinging my long, gangly, knock-kneed [...]




