My last name is Gray and I started living up to the pedigree when I was just 27 years old. That’s when I noticed the first strand of gray hair in my coif. I muttered something under my breath and hastily plucked it from the root. It didn’t work. Continue reading “40-Something & Ready To Dye: Get Rid Of Gray”
Building Memories Means Remaining Flexible As A Parent
Building memories requires unplanned excursions, even if it means getting derailed. Case in point, we just got back from Las Vegas. It took 4 hours just to get from Vegas to the state line. Yes, 4 hours. Picture our Prius: We have our 19 month old + 2 dogs + Christmas gifts. Continue reading “Building Memories Means Remaining Flexible As A Parent”
