The ALS Association invited me and Rob to a dinner on Friday night. They had a research summit in San Francisco last week, so we were prepared to dine with scientists, doctors, and researchers, many of the great minds hard at work on the problem that is ALS.
Rob and I don’t go out a ton. We tried to do date night for a while, but our idea of a truly relaxing night is sitting on the couch, drinking wine and watching Breaking Bad. I never wear makeup to sit on the couch and watch Breaking Bad.
Putting on makeup is an interesting challenge these days. I can still do it alone, but it’s shaky. I usually end up with mascara in several places that don’t involve my eyelashes, and I keep a pack of baby wipes in my bathroom to correct all of my mistakes. I don’t think the average person would know that upon looking at my face afterwards, and I’m content to keep doing it solo for now. It’s become almost meditative, more artful than it ever was for me. Slowly, slowly painting. Taking breaks for cramping fingers. Putting on the face of someone who wants to project strength, health, and the illusion of sleep-filled nights. Read More>