My Aging Face, My Enemy, My Friend
Facing off with my face, and the disappearing traces of youth
“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.” — Dauphin*
Shakespeare was right.
The Small Gestures That Define Us
The invisible, unheralded things we do speak to who we are.
The Safe, Secure Space of "I'm Too Old. I Give Up"
And the sweet, high, mountain peaks of “Not me. I’m flying.”