As I get older, my hair get darker and curlier and I’ve been losing weight lately, all of which makes me look more and more like photos of my grandmother when she was young. I looked in the mirror a few minutes ago and was struck by it. I always looked a bit like her, but it’s gettin’ a little scary now.

Occasionally that bothers me, because that means that when I’m old, I may resemble a plump, curly-haired bulldog–see Elizabeth Cady Stanton for a dead ringer*–but at the moment, I’m cool with it. Grandma buried more husbands than the Battle of Waterloo. She coulda handled this crap without even breaking a sweat.

* except that Grandma’d never be caught dead in that dress.

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