I had a book growing up called Heather’s Feathers. It was a sweet story about the way we all change differently and that there is beauty in everyone’s way of doing it. I remember my sister and I both loving it. I looked at it during my fifth grade year wishing that I could find that kind of friendly resolution. My tomboy ways were not embraced by the girls discovering boys, and after months of torment, there was no happy ending, just the relief of middle school arriving. I am not into resolutions. I won’t be waking up tomorrow expecting myself to do anything profoundly different than I have this year. If I had a wish for the new year it would be that…