Normally, I have a rinse to take the yellow out of my gray hair. Gray hair doesn’t scare me. Neither do flabby muscles, or liver spots, or strange little wart-like bumps. All of which are cropping up here and there on my body like clumps of weeds. I’m slowly losing my hearing, my eyesight, and yesterday I noticed I’m losing my eyelashes. I’ve stopped being afraid of age since it doesn’t do any good anyway. You can’t stop the march of time and the sooner you accept it, the sooner you can focus on the important things in life.

Deb Baker

Deb Baker