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Resistance is not futile

I was late to get a smartphone (in Espanish: telefono intelligente). I couldn’t allow myself to spend hundreds of dollars on a phone. I know — it’s so much more! Then there was the issue of paying hundreds of dollars each month for the luxury of having so much more in my pocket. I held out, for a long time, but I finally joined the 21st century, in 2015.

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Sight lines

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am

The Story by Brandi Carlile

I know that song is 10 years old. I heard it when it came out in 2007 and many times since. It’s really resonating now, and so it’s on repeat, for the foreseeable future.

Why? Several reasons. Today’s focus: the lines across my face…

As you may remember, I recently welcomed the white hairs.

Artist interpretation of possible future me

And now, I’m embracing the wrinkles.

I’ve loved my laugh lines for years. I’ve had them forever. The corners of my eyes crinkle several times a day, and often I’m the reason they do for me and for others. Not only do I welcome laugh lines, they’re a badge of humor honor.

The wrinkle-wrinkles? They took a little longer for me to get on board with.

I’m lucky — having good genes and a hatred of being in the sun — to only have wrinkles appear in the past few years. Some younger have many more.

I knew they would come and, when I bought my first reading glasses, I prepared for the March of The Aging to progress.

Brandi’s song helped me to accept that my face will crease. The Indigo Girls also sang about that happening for a good reason: With every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face (that’s in Get Out the Map, y’all).

It took really difficult lessons to gain my first horizontal forehead wrinkle — I named it after my ex-husband. Some processing and healing time later, I re-christened it Wisdom. All others after will follow suit (like George Forman and all his kids named George).

My friend Bill says I earned the white hairs and I’m earning the wrinkles, too. I think he’s right. I don’t have that many Wisdoms, yet. I know I’ll get more, but I hope I’ll never look my age (people still ask me what college I attend… fun!).

If I get a lot more (or if I can’t seem to come to terms with all the Wisdoms), there’s always the option of viewing myself in mirrors from a distance and never viewing whilst wearing my reading glasses. Without the glasses’ magnification, the wrinkles simply won’t exist.

Out of sight, out of lines.


I don’t wear black eyeliner. I’m too old for Saturday detention. Yet as I left for work a recent morning, I called myself Allison.

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Blue Tootie Tale

It’s a lovely day for a walk, so I finally took my baby, Blue Tootie, to the car hospital for a check-up. She needs her oil changed as well as her annual inspection, aka my annual donation to the government fund for ridiculousness because my car is new and really? Inspected EVERY year?

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