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Welcome to My World
When I look in the mirror I used to know what would be staring back at me. Nowadays, it seems as if some middlie-aged wrinkled woman has taken the place of that pretty, youthful, vibrant me that used to appear. Having said that, the person in the mirror now has a much broader sense of humor, has learned to forgive (usually,) knows that things aren't always black and white, loves with fewer expectations and has enjoyed a very active and rewarding life. So, I guess the new image in the mirror is the price I pay for being who I am now. I'll just have to forgive her for not wearing sunscreen on her face more often.
Why Read This?
Nevada Falls, Yosemite National Park
I am not sure why you should read this, I just know I'm going to write it. I write it because it's cyberspace and, as we all know, nothing dies in cyberspace. Perhaps years from now my son and his children will read this and learn something about me that they didn't know (or shouldn't know!)
I am going to post my thoughts on issues and some fiction I've written. Some thoughts may be related to what's happening in my world that day. Some may just be ramblings about my life. The fiction will not be House related (my favorite TV character.) Whatever I do write, I hope someone out there enjoys the ride.
Check out my blog by clicking on Send the Flowers Today in the header.
I am going to post my thoughts on issues and some fiction I've written. Some thoughts may be related to what's happening in my world that day. Some may just be ramblings about my life. The fiction will not be House related (my favorite TV character.) Whatever I do write, I hope someone out there enjoys the ride.
Check out my blog by clicking on Send the Flowers Today in the header.
Jimmy Smits and me in Santa Monica.
My Blonde Hair
The Author at age 14
I think my hair is a great representation about the stages of my life. When I was a baby it was fire engine red, reflecting the little hellion I was. Then it turned blonde--really blonde. It was blonde when I was a teenager, a college student and a wife to my first husband. It was shiny and bright, reflecting my innocense and energy. When I went back to law school at 27, my hair turned a strawberry blonde, almost red, as if to mark my new life as an attorney and my new life as a divorcee. The strawberry blond was really sexy and gave me a more mature look. When I was 36 I found my first gray hair, reminding me that being a lawyer was stressful and aging me quickly. I started dying my hair around 40 and now my hairdresser has informed me that fifty percent of my hair is either white or gray (to mark the last chapter in my life--semi-retirement)...but I still dye it because everyone knows that once you let it go naturally gray/white everyone remembers that you're old enough to be their grandmother (guilty) even if you dye it back to your former color. I like my hair. It's been short for the last thirty years, since I was married in the seventies. Of course it was long and parted in the middle in the sixties/early seventies and as a child we always had 'pixie cuts' because we were tomboys (my sister and me.) Now I keep it short because I hate spending a lot of time on my hair. Plus the short hair makes me look younger (or at least that's what my friends tell me.)
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