I think of all the women I admire most in my life, the ones who smile to expose years of laughter at the corners of their eyes or the sides of their mouths and I find so much beauty in that. So much grace in the lines of their foreheads, or the way a strong neck can still look so ready to shoulder so many burdens, even as the skin has begun to thin and sag just the slightest. There is something exquisite in the thin wisps of silver in my mother’s hair. The strands are so clearly defined, I can almost count them individually, as though I know how she earned every one.Read More The Time I Tried Botox
Sports Illustrated’s latest porn edition finds it’s way from the coffee table, to the bathroom, under the bed, stuffed in a backpack and back again. Yet again, it initiated an in-depth, conversation about women, body parts and age with my young son. “Mom, are her boobs real?” “I dunno.” “Her’s?” “Most definitely.” “Would you ever […]Read More Sports Illustrated, Pubic Hair and Botox: My Full Frontal Battle With Aging
For years now I have been saying that I will never, ever do Botox. I will gracefully pass through the hallowed halls of aging: the crows feet, the laugh lines, the sagging chin, those little droopy folds at the corners of your mouth. This is a vow I made years ago, and I have stuck […]Read More I will never, ever, ever do Botox! Or will I?