One day my children’s children’s children will tell stories about me.
I can’t wait.
I’ll be perched on a rocking chair with glasses and a gray messy bun still wearing yoga pants and red lipstick…..
….listening to every word.
This one will say this and that one will say that and they’ll laugh and giggle and roll their eyes and wonder if the stories are true. They’ll talk about the time I brought the roast to garden club and the day I wore Lee Press On Nails and how I almost cried in a newspaper publisher’s office.
But the story they’ll tell over and over again?
Is the one where I was so close to amazing.Continue reading