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Photo Friday: When I Was Old

This year CeCe confessed that she realized I was old, when I turned 47. I couldn’t find a picture from that year.  That was the year my second grandchild was born; the year Wrestler #2 got married, and the year Dad died.  Perhaps I was old that year. Here’s what I looked like five years after CeCe declared (in her own head) that I was old. Here I am now with my friend and hair-stylist, Renee.  Yes, I am going to tell you about her.  I just back-burnered it until after NaPoWriMo.  She too much for a poem. From the…

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