Shiny Red Lipstick!

As I turned on the engine and aimed the air conditioning vent at my face I swiped on a bit of lipstick, which made me think of my mother.  While working on my book recently I wrote about her car-lipstick-ritual.

Sitting behind her for all those years growing up, I had a perfect view of her daily application as our car idled in the driveway.  She applied her color with a lip brush, puckering up in the rear view mirror.  I loved that she did this for herself.  I suppose, in her often complicated, martyrdom life, this was a small act of indulgence.



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