Stephanie, Stephanie, Let Down Your Hair: (Telling It Like It Was)

Can anyone really write a book, about self, that has a true beginning and a true end? I believe one can only write about a time span between the two. To encompass more than that must be left to someone else after one is gone.

So one could call this book a series of essays, increments of time within the cycle of life.

One could call it a series of experiments, of lessons, as well as of choices made.

One could also call it a series of philosophical thoughts underscored by life.

Living a life, liv...