This is not a post, it’s a photo of my daughter. Her first response on seeing it is “why is my hair yellow?” Her hair is now white as mine and she likes it. So do I. we’ve reached the place where we like ourselves and I believe each other. It wasn’t always like this.
Last night we had a “discussion” about American history. Connie is a school teacher and I am her mother and It was the kind of discussion that could have ended badly, but we ended up laughing because we disagreed. That’s progress and it only took 50 years to get here.
Connie’s dog is Lucy and she’s a three-month old German Shepherd, her new baby now that the human babies have grown up and left home.