In which I look at the important things to complain about.
First world complaint here: I have never had a hairstyle I really like. Seriously. When I was itty-bitty, my hair was wispy and blonde. 865 more words
Recently I realized that for all her faults, my mother is responsible for creating one of the greatest passions in my life – figure skating. More than anything, she wanted my first word to be not “mommy” but rather “skate.” She put me on the ice when I was just four years old and sacrificed other things in her life to make sure skating was a part of mine. 862 more words
Yes, she’s the one with the hair. It was a fluid, no-fuss style that looked best in motion. Its free form exemplified the Title 9 era when young women were finally given the opportunity to unleash their power and show the world how fast and far the female body could move. 82 more words