This morning, literally two minutes ago, it hit me. There isn’t a perfect voice, a perfect format, or a way to guarantee that anyone will read this docublog.
Imagine this: you’re 20 years old, and you start to notice that your health is deteriorating right before your eyes. You don’t feel as great as you used to, you don’t sleep as well as you once did, and maybe […]
At thirty-six years old, it’s been hard to look in the mirror at times when what stares back at me most closely resembles the character Lynn from the show Girlfriends, than any one of Joan, Maya, or Toni. More than that, I look nothing like the composite woman in my head made up of all three that thought I would be at this age.