Mutton Dressed as Lamb

I allowed my two beautiful daughters to survive their teenage years, and now they are charged with putting up with me in my dotage – a fair exchange. They have promised to tell me if I try to look like a lamb instead of the eighty-one-year old ewe that I am.

Connection

Sixty years ago, we were tall, blond knock-outs, and we had a glorious time celebrating life together. When the two of us – Fran at six feet and me at five foot nine – entered a party, everyone knew we had arrived. Many times we were taken for sisters.