Forty years ago on New Years Eve three things happened that had impact on my existence as a woman:
1) my period started at age 14 right after
2) getting my hair relaxed for the first time and right before midnight when
3) my father grabbed me by my neck and threw me up against the wall with my head hitting the wall first. Obviously, there’s much more to say about those three events, as well as to say that the title of this entry says so much about me as a woman and as a human being. I can tell you that I am challenged to engage in a writerly (how I love that word) exploration of each of those stories I just listed–and yes, each is a story or at least a telling of something happening and the emotional exchange that’s usually part of another larger story. You get the point?