So I downloaded Trunx, gave it permission to store my photos and sat back in delight and watched the past 7 years appear in a beautiful timeline organized by date. I was able to scroll through and delete a few photos (how many pictures of my car's thermometer reading "perfect weather" have I taken?). I can even delete them by group.
My Mother cannot stop taking pictures. Some of them are better than others but all of them tell you something about who she is. We all love her and she’s the only person who seems to get a decent family photo. Today she’s in New York and sent the following message along with another photo:
I speak to teens differently than speak to adults. I’m probably much more candid with teens than I’d ever be with adults in part because they’re more accepting and in part because they’re more deserving of my candor. I’ve learned more from 15 year olds than from 50 year olds in this chapter of my
Bows are so gauche but this is my favorite sign in Beverly Hills.