As I am aging I have been privy to some nasty surprises. Hairs in odd spots that grow with the speed of a comet, grey hairs in even odder spots, wetness, lumps, dots and other random weird shit become everyday. I have seen countless articles on women lamenting the pitfalls of aging. In fact, I have written......

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Why have I been thinking in lists lately? If I was a trained psychoanalyst or psychiatrist I might be able to figure it out. I am a trained sherpa, chauffeur and chef… aka Mum, so I don’t know. I am going to avoid using bullet points on this one because I think the irony......

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When we first moved to Toronto, one of the hardest things to find was a good hairdresser. As women, we develop a relationship with our hairdresser that is very personal and very trusting. Would you trust your husband to cut your hair? I doubt it. Mister is never allowed near my hair again. Oh......

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