It must be the thousands of people she talks to each day and the decades she’s been at it but my hairdresser is full of truth. I have been trying to grow out my hair in case I wanted an updo for my big day. Today I said she could chop it off so she knew something was up.
I had some old pictures, these notes, rubberbands, and highlighters all spread out on my bed in piles so they could be put into the correct and appropriate place and and just beyond the piles was the “Before You Remarry” workbook and my stuffed elephant. And I thought. What a strange life.