Geraldine is my new age appropriate wig. She is a platinum shade so pale that she’s white. I think she is very sophisticated, but Geraldine’s consort (a.k.a. my husband) isn’t so sure. Mr. Doyle is having trouble with Geraldine. Knowing, as I do, the old saying “to the blind, all things are sudden”, I should have been prepared.
The tip-off should have been Doyle’s reluctance to request senior rates for me at theaters and museums. He’d rather pay the extra two bucks than admit to having a wife who is eight years older. At least that’s what I originally thought. Now I suspect he doesn’t want the ticket seller to think he’s the senior.
But getting back to Geraldine. (more…)
I’ve just come from another library speaking engagement where I talked about alopecia and my book BALD AS A BEAN: The Experience of Sudden Hair Loss. Librarians like me. I suspect it has more to do with my willingness to speak for free than with my subject, however, BEAN usually draws a good crowd. A bald woman does have a fascination factor. In any case, I start my talk with a quiz—a tonsorial version of consciousness raising—which I call “hair raising. 