I parted my hair a new way today. I should not have done that. Apparently, the way I was parting it before was hiding four grey hairs. I shouldn’t even call them grey. That’s being kind. They are white. Stark white. BLINDING white. I knew one of them existed. He pokes out from time to time. I try to ignore him, hoping he’ll go away. But I...Read More
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I'm Meghan. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer and essayist, a stay-at-home mom to my seven-year-old son, and a foster parent. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.