I remember the exact moment I realized I was an adult. I was in my early 20s, attending the grand opening of a children’s museum in downtown Wichita. One part of the museum was divided into various scenarios, like a restaurant and a broadcast studio. In the restaurant kitchen, a little girl with long brown hair, probably around 7-years-old, was pretending to be a chef. As I walked into the room, the child started barking orders at me, bossing me around like I was her sous che

In my head, I will always be this woman, although the mirror tells me a different story. Not that I mind getting older. I don't