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“This is a disaster,” I told my mother after one near-miss with a dress and bowl of batter.

There was no real reason to delay my dream — except for the belief that I shouldn’t be doing it alone

Once upon a time, DRAMA was a fantasy. Now it was my life

the conductor announced the stop I usually took for cosmetology school. Instead of getting off, I rode straight past it

Maddie continued talking and I continued taking deep breaths. I hate this, I hate this

“I feel great,” I lied. How could I admit the surgery wasn’t the cure-all I’d hoped for?