A Softer Shade of Red

At 18, living alone in a new city, there was a day I decided to wear only red. The color would be my brand, my hallmark, my calling card. In a strange new place, where I was as of yet anonymous, I could choose to become anyone, anything. I chose red. I visited dozens of… Continue reading A Softer Shade of Red

Five Things I Should Have Learned in Kindergarten Part 1: It’s Okay to Sparkle

I never was a pink princess kind of girl. For many, many years my color was red. Seventy-five percent of my wardrobe was red.