How do you measure, measure a year?

I was more afraid of hurting someone's feelings that I don't even know than of getting in trouble with my mom. Not much has changed.

I was convinced if I could make myself unappealing, perhaps even a little scary, no one would come chase me with a shovel.

We all have a story. We all have a need to be seen, known.

What could possibly cause a kid to want to tear her hair out?

An important lesson in showing respect despite disagreement.