When I was a little girl, maybe 8 or 9, I longed to be unique. The image that reflected back to me when I got ready for school each morning was achingly ordinary: brown hair, brown eyes, a few freckles. Blah, blah, blah. I was envious of a friend getting braces or glasses, because it was going to set her apart. My favorite biographies in the school library were of Beethoven and Saint Thérèse of … [Read more...]