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Mary Roblyn's avatar

Oh the hankie. And the dermatology advice. She’d show me, coax me through it, show me how to use the needle dipped in rubbing alcohol to dig out the blackheads, then go to my father and complain loudly and bitterly that I was DOING IT ALL WRONG AND RUINING MY SKIN. No tweezer in the house - God gave you the eyebrows you deserved - and if I snuck my father’s razor to shave my legs, he would smite me with cuts and make us all late for church. The worst thing was when she’d pull out a brush and go to work on my hair in front of my Camp Fire group while everyone waited for the group photo to be taken. Ouch. You said this so beautifully, Nan. Now please hand me that hula hoop. xoxo

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Christina Lapastora's avatar

I relate to the eyebrows tweeting, but I did it to myself in response to PTSD caused by extreme violence against me. Now I have perfectly tattooed eyebrows; problem solved. If only the PTSD were that simple to resolve...

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