One night my granddaughter, Sabria, and I were coloring in a couple of those flowery coloring books marketed for adults. She noticed hers had words beneath some of the images.
When I started seventh grade, there was a new girl in class. At the age of thirteen, she was already a classic beauty. Tall, long dark hair, Angelina Jolie lips—you know the type. She was poised and quiet and surprisingly kind. I didn’t expect