As I am off this week, I’m republishing some Saturday posts. This was the first, from back in 2009. It’s Saturday morning. And my son is home from college. My children are grown. They have not a vestige of body fat left on them that I can call my own. Nothing to pinch. I do […]
Am I serious? Privilege? Yes. At least when I'm not joking. While privilege can teach you what color shoes to wear with navy blue, nothing beats the privilege of being alive. So let's talk style, in the context of culture. Let's focus on the over-50. For more, please go here. Or you can reach me at my email: firstname.lastname@example.org. That's the name I wanted to be called when I was 16. Ah. 16....