Of nailpolish and weddings and the man I chose

There is a small, uneven sliver of red nail polish on each of my big toes.  It is my wedding nail polish — the unseen painted toes beneath my dress, a secret red rebellion against the yellows and charcoals of our celebration.  In ten days it will be six months since our wedding, in case... Continue Reading →


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