It was a Roundabout, Not a Roadblock

A little over a year ago, I got a phone call that shook my little world; I was convinced I had encountered a major roadblock in my career.  The not-so-quick-fix was to haul my cookies back to school and become certified in the practice of Esthetics.  My participation...

The Women Who Formed Me

As I learn to cope with my mother’s dwindling memory, I find myself looking back through lots of old family photos.  A part of me wishes I could remember for Mama.  Certainly, she is the woman who has formed me most.  There was a time when her mind was...

A Part of My (Personal) Arsenal

Not so long ago, I sat in a style symposium keyed by an up-and-coming player in the fashion world.  She said something that I will never forget: that I should have my own personal team of style professionals. . . people who understand my preferences and  can...

Where I’ve Been and Where I’m Going. . .

The lyrics from a late-80s Hall & Oates’ song keep resonating with me because the past seven weeks have kept me pretty much Out of Touch (and Out of Time). I am still hunkered down from my first semester of esthetics training at Trident Technical College,...

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