. . . because life is an adventure. We moved to the suburbs last year, after thirteen years in a small Colorado mountain town. I wrote a blog about the plethora of choices in the suburbs. Now, we are moving again. This time to a small town in rural New Mexico. I welcome the slower pace. But the move and the buying and selling of homes might do me in. At the same time, both of my kids have found the love of their lives. Can’t complain about that. I’m becoming an expert in thin
I watched the hot wax come near my eye. What had I agreed to? The warmth touched my skin, so close to the lid. I stared into a stranger’s face. She’d said her name was Ramona. She’d said I would look so good. She’d been horrified by the unkempt state of my eyebrows. Then, ripppppppp. She peeled off the wax. How had I ended up with a perfect stranger putting hot wax near my eye? Not a doctor with a pile of degrees. Someone who admitted she had trouble getting to work on time.
I’m a small-town girl, who recently moved to the suburbs. I find myself faced with so many new decisions. How do suburb dwellers figure out where to shop? For example, when I need something for my home, perhaps a dishtowel. In the small, mountain town where I used to live, I would go to Walmart, buy the towel and be home within a few minutes. Now I live within ten minutes of three Walmarts. How do I choose? I can go to the one that is near the Kickboxing gym. Maybe I’ll wo