The other night I stood staring at my face. My forehead suddenly jumped out at me (I suppose it can be hard to miss). But really, it was the lines that running across that area that gave me pause. How and when did those wrinkles get so deep and so numerous? As I looked at my wrinkled reflection I realized almost every expression I made, big or small, resulted in a crinkling of my forehead. Unless I wanted to spend the rest of my days with a stone face it seemed the lines were inevitable. I slapped some wrinkle cream … Continue reading Why I’m Embracing My Wrinkles