Regan quite enjoyed living in her mansion. Everyone had said she’d never amount to anything, but here she was, living the life! Of course, it wasn’t really her mansion. She had no idea who had originally lived here. Maybe some Wall Street tycoon who had gone bust. Or maybe a movie icon whose star had faded along with their fortune. Honestly, she didn’t much care. Their loss, her gain.
I agree with your comments and I worry about the young folks that buy into those internet sites and the pictures and comments. Also, though, I think of the makeup industry. All those products so we don't look our age or so we "improve" how we look. I'll tell you now, I'm proud of every almost 72 year old wrinkle. I've earned them. I've cried, I've laughed. Each one is a memory of challenges that almost broke me or of the happiest moments of my life. Keep writing, Dascha. I love the forum you have created for making me think, for gaining perspective and for sharing ideas.
I agree with your comments and I worry about the young folks that buy into those internet sites and the pictures and comments. Also, though, I think of the makeup industry. All those products so we don't look our age or so we "improve" how we look. I'll tell you now, I'm proud of every almost 72 year old wrinkle. I've earned them. I've cried, I've laughed. Each one is a memory of challenges that almost broke me or of the happiest moments of my life. Keep writing, Dascha. I love the forum you have created for making me think, for gaining perspective and for sharing ideas.
I started writing a story about a woman whose home is so large that she didn't realize she had a squatter 😄
A squatter! Didn't see that coming. I bet all the empty homes could be put to good use, maybe not? Hmm
I didn’t know busking paid that well. 😉🎸