I spent most of my adolescent years trying to tame my eyebrows. Unfortunately, the House genes supplied our family members with bushy brows. That was okay for the House men but not for my sister and I. Every morning, I would sit on one side of the tiny bathroom vanity with my feet in the sink while my sister sat on the other side with her feet on the toilet so we could get as close to the mirror as possible and we would pluck away. I was committed to win the battle of the bushy Keep Reading...