Proudly She/Her, but the type that never did her hair.

Proudly She/Her, but the type that never did her hair.

Last week, I slogged my way through the five stages of grief, and I did it all mostly in one of two robes. It was fine. It served its purpose. There were children here, and still are, so I would shower and change into a respectable pair of stretch pants and clean shirt around noonish. [...]