After last week’s post regaling my enormous relief about my miraculous wicked witchy facial mole healing (scroll back if you missed it!), I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance (or lack thereof) of physical beauty. A potentially depressing topic for sure, with my Medicare birthday approaching like a rogue steam roller. That led me ...
Vanity, Thy Name Ain’t Woman.
I don’t think I’m vain. Do you think I’m vain? Nah. I don’t think I’m vain. But maybe vanity is one of those qualities like humility – the second you say you aren’t it, you’ve just proved that you are. Anyway, I stepped out of the car across the street from my church this morning ...
