I have had a flicker of a hankering to write lately, and I keep coming back to this space (which I have kept locked up off an on for the past few months) and wondering what we are going to do with this blog, which is nearly 20 years old. TWENTY YEARS OLD. I’m sitting in a Mt. Juliet coffee shop right now writing a post for a blog that is older than the person…
The past few weeks I’ve not been able to keep up with the greys. I was plucking them for a good long while but now they are everywhere. Witchy, thick, kinked-up ones and frail, wispy ones you barely notice unless the light hits them the right way. I can’t keep ripping them out. The ratio won’t allow it anymore. I know it’s a normal part of aging but it’s unsettling, this change. How do they…
I’ll be 33 in two weeks. To mark this occasion, I have Googled famous people who died at 33 and re-learned that Chris Farley and John Belushi were both 33 at the moment of their untimely demises. Not to mention good ol’ Eva Braun, who is the postergal for bad taste in men. Ahhhh, what a refreshing dose of reality on the eve of my continued slog toward middle age. I am going to go…
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