Creativity 1
When I was about eight years old, I wrote a terrible poem about a black cat, but it had rhythm and rhyme and I remember most of it still; when I was 10 or 11, I started a funky creature alphabet book(a la Seuss) that…
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Uncertainty & Uncertain Times
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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…