So I was looking at my baby finger, admiring that scar I have had for decades now, when suddenly it occurred to me I should write a column about skin and how it's a roadmap detailing at least some of the places you've traveled.
People ask me if I ever worry about running out of ideas. And the answer is both yes and no. I worry that one day I'll realize the well has done gone dry. OH NO! But as my deadline approaches, I look around, see a finger, and think, okay. I can write about that.
Have faith in the process, people.
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It may be just the day I've had, but I cried when I read your column. And I will now come out of the woodwork to tell you that Jack once broke his collarbone. Surprise, surprise. xo
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