Fifty Shades of Gray Roots

Fifty Shades of Gray Roots

Fifty Shades of Gray Roots Hello…my name is Jane…I’m fifty-eight years old…and…I have…gray hair…I haven’t always been this way…in fact…it was about thirty years ago…that…I noticed the first silvery intruder in my light brown locks… I’d like to say that I am one of...
Let My Puppies Go

Let My Puppies Go

Let My Puppies Go Most of us were at least in diapers in the 60’s when women in great numbers started to roar.  The night skies were alight with bonfires burning…what else—their bras? But not me.  I had waited way too long to sprout enough to need a bra—how could I...
Hold the Phone

Hold the Phone

Hold the Phone It was a sad day…my cordless phone died…it had lived a good life…facilitated some good conversations…never spread gossip…only got lost a few times…which…I must say…is better than me…but…I digress. So…the phone died…and…I did what I had to do…no…I didn’t...
Janerella…

Janerella…

Once upon a time…in the faraway land of 1989…I owned a green silk dress…now…it wasn’t just any green silk dress…it was a magic green silk dress…the one that fit like a glove…the one with one big black button showing at the neckline…and a black patent belt at the...