Ack, I’m Turning 30! Crow’s Feet, Gray Hairs–But Can’t I Stop Time?
Since my rocker boyfriend unceremoniously dumped me last summer, I’ve been totally obsessed with my face. Staring for long stretches into the mirror-contemplating lines, blemishes, crinkles and scars-began as a distraction from my broken heart. But it has since evolved into a cherished pastime; spending money to replenish and glow has become a veritable addiction. Read More