Divorce and a Haircut, Two Bits
09/12/2007
At the barber, I looked into the mirror and saw the end of an era.
At the barber, I looked into the mirror and saw the end of an era.
Once a girl is made to feel dirty, it becomes her lot, in perpetuity.
The heart is the engineer, common sense just a passenger.
In our 20s, we thought only about the cost of not doing things.
Finding the child I put up for adoption led to a bonus: my grandchild.
Repressed feelings of love, fear and sadness about the father who almost was.
I suspected the worst: he was seeing someone else.
I wanted the best for a 2-year-old, but even more, I wanted her.
An older woman taught a lesson very different from what I expected.
He was uneasy with beliefs worn on the sleeve, or in my case, on my head.