In looking back at photos, I am left to wonder if I have ever had a truly good hair day. I'm amazed because when I see the snapshots, I think, "Now, I'm sure that when I left home that day, I felt pretty good about my hair. How could it look like that?"
Often, I find myself thinking of the wisdom of my daddy. His observations and experiences continue to guide me daily, 11 years after his departure from what he sometimes called, "this ol' vale of tears and sorrow."
You know, it's beginning to occur to me that I'm not sensitive enough. This is quite a revelation since I spent a goodly amount of my life being told that I was too sensitive. As a child, Mama said I got my feelings hurt too easily and I needed to snap out of it.
In a small town in Arkansas, I was leaving a social gathering of divorced women who had found solidarity in their situations. Many are women who, later in life, have found themselves divorced from influential men. And, as far as I could decipher, none of the divorces were of their choosing.