By Barbara Falconer Newhall
It’s here. It arrived this week — my birthday, The Big Seven-Five. I am now officially old. And I look it. There’s no avoiding it any more. Ever since my aging eyeballs got their sparkling new, man-made plastic lenses, I’ve been seeing my true self in the mirror. Every last wrinkle, sun spot and neck wobble.
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