The lights are still out in my bathroom. Actually, they stay on for three minutes at a time before flickering off again—which just so happens to aptly describe my attention span this week. I couldn’t focus on the facial kind of beauty (maybe because I can only see myself in small increments), so I’m sharing a story I wrote years ago for O, The Oprah Mag…
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