I’m much more positive about aging in my fifties than I was in my thirties, when I first began to experience the second law of thermodynamics – and noticed that my body was indeed degenerating into a more disordered state. When I turned 30, I dug through a box of my modeling pictures and came…
Modeling is a tough business for anyone and especially a teenager. Two On The Town, a Los Angeles television show, did a feature on modeling. The introduction stated that it is not enough just to be beautiful—that height, weight and bone structure alone will not make you a model. They posed the question, “What does…
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A laughing baby elf, a snowman, and a kiss. I think we all need a little of this Christmas Joy right now.
Four years ago, my life changed dramatically when my husband, Ron, became too ill to work. I cancelled my upcoming speaking engagements to care for him. When his job was terminated due to his extended medical leave, I stopped writing. I was wordless. For a time, it seemed as if we had lost everything. Looking…
I found lots of healthy treasures at the farmers’ market that Zachary & Katie took me to. The peaches were juicy, sweet and beyond delicious. Zac was happy that Enchanted Bees had honeycomb for sale. My son, eat thou honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste. Proverbs 24:13 The…
Who Remembers These?? As a child, I loved paint-by-number art kits, because a novice like me could pick up a paint brush and create a masterpiece. First, I painted all the number 1s brown, and then I painted all the number 2s black, and so on… Eventually, it looked somewhat like a kitten. Don’t begrudge…
Mary Pierce, Author of When Did I Stop Being Barbie & Become Mrs. Potato Head? “Barbie had the hair, the legs—and let’s be honest, the breasts—of our dreams. She had the clothes, the house, and the cars of our fantasies. Hers was the life we wanted. She even had our dream man.” #learningtolivebeyondbarbie
