When I look in the mirror lately, there’s a curious older woman looking back. She has grey hair at the roots, some wrinkles, and two age spots on her cheek. Oh yeah that’s me, I have to remind myself.
Years ago, before the older woman showed up, when I was well into my 40s, I got carded at a grocery store. Among the apples, eggs and a family pack of chicken pieces was beer for my husband. It was a day I didn’t have much makeup on, my hair pulled back in a ponytail. I even remember the red shirt I wore.Continue Reading