It seems that I have very little hair remaining on my head. When I mentioned my thinning hair to my sister-in-law last Passover, she suggested that I have it cut. How dare she! Despite the fact that it was a well-meaning suggestion, I took offense, and was sorry I brought up the topic in the first place.
Here is a recent photo of me. You’ll see what I mean:
It doesn’t show in the photo, but I still have my wonderful braid. So what am I complaining about? I am happy. I have my mental health. I can walk. I can talk. I don’t have Tardive Dyskinesia–it looks like it isn’t going to get any worse than just a little tremble in my tongue. I will be graduating with my MFA in Creative Writing on JULY 12, 2009. I am 50 years old and my body is only falling apart a little bit, not a lot. I have the second half of my life to look forward to. I just found out I’m GETTING PUBLISHED AGAIN – details soon! So what is the big deal about hair?