By Carol J Wechsler Blatter
You know her, the woman with the shabby, shaggy hair rapidly growing down the nape of her neck, curling, refusing to stay flat, as her hair grays more each day with some dark strands still peeking out. You know her, she’s getting paler and sadder. You know her. She stopped wearing lipstick and rouge, why bother? She’s isolated, it’s the coronavirus, no reason to be noticed. You know her, she’s wearing the same schleppy non-sexy clothes each day, sweat pants or jeans, oversized polo shirts, sweaters. You know her. You see her in your mirror and wonder who she has become.
It looks great. I am so glad and honored that you have chosen this 101 story for others to read.
Many people will connect with this well observed story.
Well told. I think the only antidote to what “she” and many of us feel is a new direction. We need to vote for change.
Excellently penned. Like mirror to readers.
This story will resonate with alot of women. Very visual.
OMG Some of us are actually heading down that road.
Great story- so true so true! Well done
There is something about perfection in this story, Carol.
I feel it and know it — and love what you have created.
Carol, wonderful to hear your voice in your beautiful writing. You introduced me to WIR. Pam