
Come, take this Journey to self with me

Grief
I think of my mother and I mourn, I think of breast cancer and I mourn; I’ve been mourning for 22 years and I still feel as if I’ve lost a part of myself that I can’t get back.

I Am Not My Hair…Part Deux
What was my definition of hair being ‘done’? What did I classify as beauty in hair? How did I classify my own beauty?
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