My eyebrows and Donald Trump

A few years ago, my son took me aside and gently said, “Mom. You really should stop plucking your eyebrows.” I said, “Chris. I haven’t plucked my eyebrows since the ninth grade.” Had I known at 14 that experimenting with hair removal would result in the skimpy bits of hair left on my brow today, trust me; I would not have plucked them at all. … Continue reading My eyebrows and Donald Trump