The sea of faces flashed before me. Old faces, young faces. Black faces, white faces, Hispanic, and Asian faces. Male and female. Adults and teens. Some I knew well, some I didn’t know at all. Some had been faithful friends. Some had deserted me. And some had turned on me and stabbed me in the back.
They were all potential Facebook “Friends.”
I’ve found a bench in the shade outside my hotel in the red clay state of Georgia. My husband, two teens, and I have made the trip to the suburb of Atlanta to visit family. We’ve had breakfast, and I’ve found a secluded, peaceful place to relax and enjoy the rest of my coffee. The sounds of cars whizzing by on the interstate and the sweet sound of birds join the unanswered questions peppering my soul.
What must I do to make my family happy?
What are they expecting me to do?
Will I make them happy or not?
It seems that the older I get the more I dress like my mother: bright colors, flashy jewelry, matching shoes. She’s a fashionable older woman who shops at Steinmart and Chico’s…you know the type! I haven’t yet started buying animal prints, but anything can happen! Add some “big hair” and lip gloss and I can be quite the sight! I know that we should not put so much stock in our outward appearance, but sometimes dressing up can help us to feel better. Here is me with some lip gloss:
