I Can’t Be Rumpelstiltskined: Discovering My Femininity¬†

The woman sitting across from me has had both breast removed. She looks like a woman. I made the fortunate mistake of locking eyes with Mrs. Castillo in the waiting room of Dallas Methodist Hospital as we both drank the lemonade flavored barium required of our impending MRI scan. Once she locked eyes with mine… Continue reading I Can’t Be Rumpelstiltskined: Discovering My Femininity¬†