Head To Toe

Our bodies hold our stories

I can tell you my story starting at the top of my head. My head is covered in a mass of thick, coarse curly hair that came from my grandmother, Carmela. If you run your fingers over my skull on the right side, you will feel a pronounced dent where a piece was removed to gain access to my brain during an operation in 1999 that saved my life. My ears are small and close to my head like my father’s.