Beauty Bit
“What did you wear?” she asked enthusiastically. It was a sweet acknowledgment that the talk I’d given that day was of some import. “Wait. Let me guess. You wore black.” I chuckled at the teasing of my friend knowing my closet is full of black dresses, black shirts, and black skirts. In my immediate defense I describe the delicate ivory blouse that peaked out from under my black jacket and the vintage necklace hung alongside it. Most mornings after meditation, tea, and vitamin D – I make my way my dresser where strands of white, gold, black, silver, and red
