I don't have a picture for you.
If I had a picture for you, it would be of me, cruisning down highways in my VW bus, with a basket of henna in the back, a pile of yoga mats, a few wayward (unoccupied) carseats and my broken car radio silent. I am talking to myself, reflecting on times I have had with girlfriends and my husband and my fiesty and exhausting daughters. I am making my living and loving it.
I would be smiling in this picture. I would have faded henna on my right hand and an undetectable carpal tunnel pain in my wrists from all the writing and texting and emailing and painting. From the wiping noses and toasting accomplishments and strumming my old folk guitar that one belonged to my father.
It might not be a pretty picture. I have new wrinkles everyday and laugh lines that betray 36 years of sarcastic guffaws. It would be the closest thing to technology that my summer-of-being-unplugged has seen and I would be embrarrassed that I took the trouble to shoot it, upload it and give it to the Internet.
But it would be the realest of my reality, it would be me.
~mandy
ahroberge@gmail.com
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