An Eye Story
When I was growing up, I half-jokingly blamed my parents for the way they mixed my DNA. I wanted my dad’s crystal blue eyes and dark thick hair; I wanted my mother’s tiny waist. I did not end up with the traits I desired: I…
A journey of grace and challenge
Beauty
In Search of the Perfect Red
I have never been very good with makeup. I always feel I look unnatural, and I definitely do not like the feeling of foundation on my face, and I swear I can feel the weight of mascara on my lashes. In high school, I wore…
Going Gray
I acquired my first gray hair in 1993, courtesy of, or so I told them, a group of particularly mischievous boys in my AP class. I was 27. I started coloring my hair in my thirties, but on a more regular basis once my sons…