Don't be fooled by the grim-faced picture. It was the only unblinking one. For me, words are worth a thousand pictures. I'm looking forward to saying hi to all of you.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Remember, The Sun is Shining Again

And with that, comes my seasonal warning. From growing up in Rockway Beach, baby-oil and iodine slicked, a reflector intensifying the sunlight on my face, I know have to go to the dermatologist every three months to check for basil cells. While others happily get botox, I get burned or cut. Not fun. When I read about people going in the tanning booths, I suck in my breath. Here's a photo my daughter-in-law took of me with my parasol, which I must use because sunscreen isn't enough.

1 comment:

Nancy Pine said...

Thanks, Rochelle, from a former New Jersey-ite who slithered along with mineral oil and loved the smell of my toasted skin.

Now transplanted to the ever-brilliant sun of Los Angeles, on every sidewalk I shade my face with hat, hand, or book. My pathway shifts from one shade clump to the next, and the dermatologist sees me often.