ABOUT ME: Why didn’t I listen to Mother and stay out of the sun and away from boys? Back-pedaling my way through time, I wrestle with this nagging question.  Aside from that, I’m a proud Tennessee-born-and-bred woman who finds herself kicking and screaming at every wrinkle, cursing herself for liking comfortable shoes, finding it strangely pleasant to listen to classical music.  I’m spending way too much on jars of expensive face cream, buying anything containing the words “LIFT”  or “SEPARATE.” This includes bras, arch supports and toe-spacers.  Embarrassing.  Anyway, this is the story of me: my Southern raising, my wild and crazy youth, and the well-earned rantings of middle-age, hopefully told with few regrets.  I dedicate it with love to fellow baby boomers everywhere who are peeking into their futures, one eye at a time..