I am 49 years old. Seeing that sentence on this screen causes me cognitive dissonance. Just how and when did this happen?
I asked for a pedicure, but when my technician shared her life story, I got so much more.
I HAVE ALWAYS HATED April Fool's Day. I fear being made the butt of some joke, of having others laugh at my expense. Even as a young girl, I tended to look on this day with dread, owing to no particular trama that I can recall. By college, my then-boyfriend must have smelled my fear, … Continue reading An April Fool