Choosing The Better Life

I’m a real blonde. (I declare this proudly, as though it actually matters.)

And yet, we can all use a little help…

Born blonde, I grew up in a southern state where we frequently went boating on the weekends and to the ocean for local vacations. It was also an era when kids played outdoors for hours on end. My blonde hair soaked up the sun (and the freckles began their lifelong spread.)

1981, age 10, Yours Truly as a young blonde (with a coal-black puppy, the dog that I loved for 18 years before Angel.)… Continue reading →