I am thinking about the fact that today I am 56 years old. How can that be? I am not ashamed to tell my age, show my wrinkled hands or my “needs a touch up” grey head of hair. I am just glad I have more hair on my head than ends up in the drain every day that I wash it!

I decided to write a letter to the 86 year old me….. Continue reading Dear Older Me, →