Becky Rynkiewicz Dodson
Bio
free spirit, in lockdown.
Stories (2/0)
IPSY and Me
When I was a kid, my mother worked at the corporate offices of a well-known drug store. Her office building had a company store where employees could purchase overstock merchandise at a discount. Occasionally, she would come home with a shoebox overflowing with various eye shadows and liners, mascaras, lipsticks, and nail polishes for my younger sister and me to experiment with. Those times felt like Christmas for the two of us because, as a single parent, our mom couldn't usually afford such a luxury. Even more impactful, with the act of her bringing makeup home for us, we felt like she was honoring our development from little girls into young women.
By Becky Rynkiewicz Dodson3 years ago in Styled
From Intern to Admitting
November 6, 2018, I was seriously injured at work. While furiously preparing our high-end grocery store cheese department for the Thanksgiving rush, I stepped on a haphazardly placed piece of metal shelving and slashed my left achilles tendon.
By Becky Rynkiewicz Dodson3 years ago in Families