I am not a fan of my slowing metabolism or my achy joints, but I adore my wrinkles. I think the gray specks in my husband’s hair and the crinkles at the edges of his blue eyes make him more handsome now than when we met. This picture is one of my favorites, not despite the fine lines around our […]
Life is chaos and mess, and, yes, we have to work hard at it, but even in the decay there is something valuable. Perhaps, it is even something worth all the gold and luster being worn off so we can see it.
Today was another one of those days- you know, an ugly day.
An ugly day generally begins with a sense my clothes don’t fit the way they should. From there it moves to the way my teeth are just a little off center or my hair is too gray, too stringy, or too outdated.
Unfortunately, I feel myself to be not enough or too much of something on a pretty regular basis. This isn’t actual truth, but my feelings lie pretty well.