No, you really don't actually want my hair, countless people who have said they wished they had it.
Just keep writing... Just keep writing...
Perhaps my first encounter with tessellations.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Year of Being 50: Day 21: Transported to Childhood #2: By Rocket to the Moon and Other Space Music for Kids
5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Blastoff!
Yet another chapter in the, "Oh geez, how did I get this old?" saga.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12...
Older and wiser, but also a bit less robust.
My body is feeling every one of its 50 years.
Back to life as normal. Oh! I forgot I'm supposed to be enjoying myself!
In which I reminisce about an early family adventure (thanks, Mom!).
I keep searching for ways to feel like life is slowing down.