Yesterday, I had the pure joy of having a long chat with someone who touched my life briefly when I was in elementary school. When I was in 4th grade, my mom and step-father bought a house across town which meant a new school for me (and my sister, but that’s her story). So there…
When I was a child, I always sported a pixie cut. I HATED it (even though, in hindsight, I must admit I did look fucking adorable). But my Mom said until I could take care of my own hair, I was going to have short hair. Fast forward to my teens. Finally, hirsute freedom arrives…
(I know, I was fucking adorable) I don’t really know why, but Easter has always been my favorite holiday. Maybe growing up in Michigan , I saw it as a harbinger of spring and the end of the (very long) winter. Easter meant getting a whole new outfit – new dress, new shoes, new coat…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 