“It’s time for your lice check,” a woman who goes by “Ms. K” whispers directly into my ear as she starts running her fingers into my scalp and through each strand of hair. I’m in a dark room, Eastern ...

It’s the middle of the night, and I am awake against my will. It doesn’t matter that my bed is comfortable or that my cat is curled up nice and cozy by my feet. The radio in my brain is flipping ...