Katie Leggitt

I walked into my school this morning anticipating an onslaught of "WHY????s and pictured the hallways full of wide eyed kids looking at me crooked because of my new hair color.  It turned out to be a premonition and that's exactly what happened.  Some just ogled, jaw dropped, mouth open, like an exaggerated slow-motion cartoon segment.  As if I had shaved my head. I decided to use my new hair color as a basis for my class visits.  It turned out to be the perfect opener to talk about change and how to adapt to it. There were some pretty positive reviews, but most of the kids just said "you dyed your hair" with an upward inflection at the end that made it sound like a question.  Shock mostly. I went blonde in the summer for a movie.  I wound up really loving it and decided to keep it a little past the point my scenes were wrapped, which wasn't too long ago, actually.  But as the cooler winds have arrived and the Fall colors have disappeared, I decided it was

I'm tempted to do the math.  I'm tempted to sit down one day and make a list of all the dates I've been on.  And then mark a big red F next to each one. The sailor, the brick-wall kisser, the big friendly giant, the man who walked 500 miles to get to our date, the man who stole my heart, the one with the sweet tattoos, the one I never met, the list goes on and on. Normally, I'd look at all of these as giant failures, as if it was my fault.  As if there was something innately wrong with me, as though I was the one responsible for not having feelings for them.  Or blame them for not having feelings for me. Expectations.  EGGspectations... but I won't get into my biological clock just yet.  Not at all in fact. What it all boils down to is the spark.  Ain't got no spark?  It ain't gonna work out.  Don't fool yourself into believing that it will show up one day and be like, "hey let's do this.  I'm ready now."  It hasn't happened