Curling Iron

My anthem to my non-verbal daughter shuffled onto Spotify, silent joyful tears tumbled. I curled her teenage hair, as she asked, for the first time in her life. Awakening slowly: her terms, from silence and insecurities. Beauty stole my breath.

She mumbled, “No pictures, mommy, I probably look stupid.”

Jade Visone writes with soul-filled honesty about the struggles and magic of mothering, love, life, dandelions, and stars.