Speaking of wigs. A year or so ago as part of my grand parenting ritual I visited Williamsburg with one of my grandkids. On an early Sunday morning only a few attractions or shops were open.
By default or lack of options we stuck our heads in the colonial wig shoppe. It was almost three hours before we departed. He was utterly fascinated by the story rather the history of wigs here and around the world.
Very touching. There is scarcely a family who has not been touched by this terrible disease. We have a lid-wearer in our family who is a nine year survivor. Dealing with it brings out the best in all of us. Thank you, Justin
As a recently bald cancer patient, I sometimes enjoyed going scarf-less and observing the reactions of others.
Humans... We are a fascinating lot!
Good one, Justin. 😀
Beautiful story, Justin, and a touching way to honor and remember your mother-in-law. John’s photo reminds me of Andrew Wyeth’s works.
Lovely story with nice layers and room for the reader.
Speaking of wigs. A year or so ago as part of my grand parenting ritual I visited Williamsburg with one of my grandkids. On an early Sunday morning only a few attractions or shops were open.
By default or lack of options we stuck our heads in the colonial wig shoppe. It was almost three hours before we departed. He was utterly fascinated by the story rather the history of wigs here and around the world.
What a beautiful plot twist, Justin. I love this!
The same could be said of the next fifties by the fire, I suppose. Love that idea, also!
Always a pleasure to find your work in my inbox!
Very touching. There is scarcely a family who has not been touched by this terrible disease. We have a lid-wearer in our family who is a nine year survivor. Dealing with it brings out the best in all of us. Thank you, Justin
I didn't quite pull myself together for the last edition of fifties, but this photo prompt looks amazing!
A beautiful story, Justin. Amazing how much can be said in so few words!