Kay, Not Karen

Kay, Not Karen

Something occurs to me as I sit to blog. . . I enjoy writing about my friends, and I really love spending time with them. Especially this one. . .we've been friends since Mrs. Claxton's fourth grade math class at McDonough Middle School. Do you know what two old...

A Birthday Wish for Karen

A Birthday Wish for Karen

I pride myself on the company I keep. People who are not only good at their core, but are intelligent, kind, experts in their field, and positive in their outlook. Meet Karen. She has been in my orbit for nearly 20 years.  She is a friend I initially made because our...

Makeup Tips for Hooded & Deep-set Eyes

Makeup Tips for Hooded & Deep-set Eyes

Many women over 40 develop hooded eyelids, and makeup application can either add to that droopiness or help REDUCE it. Here are 8 easy tips to reverse the hooded look.

Beauty and the Beach

Beauty and the Beach

Linda Cherry and I were in the same Alpha Chi Omega pledge class at UGA, in the fall of 1984. We tall girls gravitated to each other and a friendship, sisterhood, and roommate-situation developed. Other than one quick reunion luncheon about 6 years ago, it’s been 35...

Red Lippy Hippy

Red Lippy Hippy

I’m quite comfortable with a red lip. It’s a Mama-thing because she used to wear red lipstick. One of my earliest memories is standing in her lap, swiping her red lipstick from her lips and pressing it onto my own tiny lips. My first red lipstick purchase was a...

Dear 11-year old Pamela,

Dear 11-year old Pamela,

Dear 11-year old Pamela: I am You at 56, with some experience under our belt.  Can you even imagine 45 years from now? Well, it's going to come quickly. There are some things I've learned that you need to know at your core: Everything is going to work out in your...

Lost Treasures, Found

Lost Treasures, Found

Starting off a new year, clearing out attic accumulations, and I struck familial gold. One small strip of film negatives, and the usual, holding it up to the light, hoping for recognition of something or someone. Then the flood of childhood memories came to me....

Twenty-One

Twenty-One

How did we get here? Twenty-one years of loving, laughing, crying, screaming, talking, hugging, fighting, making up, hugging some more, spooning, caring, and always coming back to home base: the deep love between a mother and daughter. I had a mother who loved me so...

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