...heard around the house

A few pimples dance around her hairline. She counters with special rinses and washes, and shrugs. We watch from a distance, and stand ready to offer reassurances regarding her changing complexions, contours, and concerns.

Then a few days ago she walked up to us, grinned and confidently conveyed a dose of self-assurance. "This morning I looked into the mirror and a really cute girl stared back at me." She then giggled and glided out of sight.


Adolescence seems to be a pleasing pose....