THERE was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)
 Laura then...

Laura then...


I'm laura...

... the girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When I'm good, I'm very, very good. When I'm bad .... well, I'm usually not horrid. Stubborn, rebellious, willful, hard headed, yes. Horrid? Not so much.

I'm now a 50-something woman who still has that curl but now it's silver.

I've been married for 32 years to a guy I had a wild crush on in high school. We have two grown children who are flying on their own, and two dogs. Life is good and it's getting better every day. Mostly. Some days it's damn hard to even get out of bed and I want to be horrid and go cry in a corner. But compared to where I've been? It's much better. Compared to where I want to be, I'm a work in progress.

The hard part is accepting myself for who I am, where I am and how I am.

 ... and Laura now.

... and Laura now.