My friend, Susi, has the most beautiful feet. Now, you may think that an odd thing to say, but if you could see mine, you would understand why I appreciate a nice pair of tootsies. No matter what I do—soak, scrape, pumice, cheese grate, or lotion these puppies, I have, without a doubt, some of the roughest ones on this planet. But I do have nice hands…and incredibly strong nails. And I have been complimented on my hair. (I’ve been blessed with a great streak of white in the middle of my head.) But those feet, they often make me so self-conscious. What a silly thing! Right?
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“This month, Friday the 13th falls on a Wednesday,” my husband, Jerry will say while mischievously cutting his eyes at me. I think most of the time he says things like that to make…
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To quote my grandson Henry, these words, “What is happening with this, Amma? What is happening? This is dangerous,” could quite conceivably freeze you in your tracks. But don’t worry, because to Henry, eating…