By Sari Botton
“The blonde stripes also felt like a cosmetic lie I was no longer willing to live with; in the weeks after each application, I had the feeling I was wearing a hat, or a wig, that slid slowly off my head.” Continue reading
By Sari Botton
“The blonde stripes also felt like a cosmetic lie I was no longer willing to live with; in the weeks after each application, I had the feeling I was wearing a hat, or a wig, that slid slowly off my head.” Continue reading
I felt compelled to start the conversation about what had happened, addressing the crippling legacy of shame and guilt from leaving our babies decades ago. Continue reading
I sat with the note in my lap, stunned and glad to be alone in the kitchen. The laundry gave me something to do with my hands while I settled my mind. Continue reading
I wanted to write the book that I’d been looking for my entire life and never found. Continue reading