Sun exposure, age and genes predispose me to skin cancer, and I’m likely to have a reoccurrence of actinic keratosis. Fortunately, I’m rich and powerful, so I don’t have to worry about healthcare access and affordability.
It’s Christmas Day, my 52nd Wednesday post for 2019. That was my goal, and I did it, so I’m feeling good. Not that it was easy. I made quite a few mistakes. Maybe you noticed.
I remember the days of the Miss, Mrs., Ms. fight. I checked the Ms. box because I wanted the right to define myself.
In a few naked minutes I learned that self-diagnosis is worth exactly what you pay for it.
I have the insane thought, How did he do that? How does a dog move his water bowl without spilling it?
Listen to my interview on the Passionistas Project podcast.
Age is climbing up on me like kudzu, and I feel like I need a plan for what to do with it.