Tag: memories

children, choices, confidence, conscious living, cosmetics, daughters, different, endurance, family, fears, feminism, inspiration, judgment, make up, masks, mothers, self worth, vulnerability

the skin i’m in

As I edged my way towards my teen years, Helen Reddy’s song, “I Am Woman”, was adopted as the anthem of the Women’s Lib movement, catapulting it to  the top of the music charts. This conflagration of events ignited my mother’s rebellion against my father’s restrictions. The irony of my mother's name being 'Helen' here … Continue reading the skin i’m in

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saving face

Tomorrow night we're heading into BB King’s in NYC to see Len’s cousins perform. It’s a spur of the moment thing as we originally had no plans this weekend. But we’ve caught up with Ray Donovan, our recent Saturday (and Sunday) night obsession and we're short on ideas for what to do. After 30+ years … Continue reading saving face