Picture me reading excerpts while sitting under a hair dryer at my wonderful hair salon. First of all, I’m wearing the navy blue plastic cape I’m given to protect my clothes. The cape makes me look not like a superhero but like a dark and roomy mountain hut where weary climbers might rest. Tufts of my hair stick directly out from my head horizontally, as if I’m attempting to secure better WiFi. A white collar of paper beneath my chin makes me look like Ms. Pillsbury Dough Girl. Or, since I haven’t put on any make-up today, Mrs. Pillsbury Dough Boy, Sr. … [Read more...] about How Old Is a Woman Before She Counts as Old?