A million years ago, when I lived in New Jersey, the person who used to tend to all of my hair-related beauty needs was an exotic looking blond woman with impossibly high cheekbones and flawless skin. Her name was Raluca and for the eight years that I lived in a quiet suburb, her capable hands … Continue reading When I Lost My Dignity to Cancer, My Hairdresser Helped Me Find It Again.
We never really had any longstanding Thanksgiving traditions when I was growing up. We weren’t that family. I don’t even think we ate turkey. There were no rustic, autumnal colors, no cornucopia on the table. It was just dinner at my grandparents who were post war immigrants from Eastern Europe. The meal would be warm … Continue reading The Worst Thanksgiving Ever
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. So I thought I’d wait till November to mention it as a way of making sure that my message wasn’t lost in the pink shuffle that is October. Sort of like when you give someone their birthday present a week late. It gets noticed above the other gifts that … Continue reading Happy Surgiversary to Me