by Elizabeth Wilcox | Aug 14, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Styling Strands My mother saved money by cutting hair for the family. My father, at one point, began cutting his own hair, as well. I had sisters who were interested in learning to cut hair, in practicing at doing so. It was...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | Jul 24, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Waiting It’s hot in the car. I roll the windows down and hope for a breeze to stir the air. The trees beside the field spread a generous expanse of shade that doesn’t touch me where I sit within the suffocating embrace of...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | Jul 10, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Power Connections It’s easier to be brave, to speak my mind, to muster the audacity to voice the disagreement and dissatisfaction that simmer within, when I’m alone in the car and he’s just a voice on the phone. Unimportant, really,...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | Jun 26, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Pain Relief Content Warning: Chronicling always deals with the difficult topics of abuse, domestic violence, and depression/mental health; this chapter, in particular, also deals with suicide I was supposed to...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | May 29, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Naked It used to represent freedom and absolute comfort. I never had my own space, never had privacy—not really. The very idea of being able to strip down and slide, naked, between the sheets of my bed, was tantalizing and titillating...
