Removing the Masks

Embracing your courageous heart and choosing you

My memories of Halloweens past consist of the struggle to see and breathe behind a plastic mask with a tiny holes for eyes and mouth and tripping over the hem of the costume dress, only to have it torn to shreds by night’s end.

While the adults ooh’d and aah’d saying what a beautiful princess I was, I certainly wasn’t fooling anyone.

Then came the school …