Tag Archives: Mom
Becoming My Mother
Often, I read a joke or hear someone say, “Oh no, I’m becoming my mother!” And I think… “Oh God! Oh, How I wish I were!” Because my mother is everything I could ever hope to be. Except short. She’s short. Only the bottom shelves of her kitchen cabinets have ever been useful to her. …
My Beauty Advisor
When you’re a girly-girl, it doesn’t stop when you reach a certain age. I love makeup just as much as I did when I was twelve and bought my first Pink Cameo lipstick. Makeup holds so much promise. The next foundation might make me glow. The right eyeliner can turn me into Elizabeth Taylor (or …
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