40 doesn’t feel old to me like I always thought it would. Except for a few things: This year’s bumper crop of gray hairs. The cracking joints – occurring during any and all movements, where they used to be limited to things like deep squats. I sound like bubble wrap. My husband calls me “Creaks.” […]
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I didn’t got the look.
I started 5th grade in 1979. That’s when designer jeans were “all the rage.” An expression your grandmother would use, but really – they were the rage. All the sexy girls in my class wore them. (Yes, to ten year olds, other ten year olds are sexy.)
KEEP READING“C” is for Child Star
Sesame Street was my one big television appearance as a kid. Being in the show open every day for several years can go to a kid’s head. I’m lucky I didn’t end up like the Diff’rent Strokes kids, bless. Other kids around the neighborhood were regulars on the show. I was jealous of those kids. […]
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