Mirror, mirror on the wall, why can’t I look at myself at all?

In my past destructive years, I experienced hurt and shame. It was equally divided between self-inflection and the hurtful actions of others. During this dark time, I formed a habit of covering up the pain with my bandage of...

As a little girl when I was asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

My answer for many years was, “A cheerleader.”

 

As we become older and graduate, the question changes to, “What do you do?”

This question traditionally evokes answers of a...