This is Pru.
If you're a longtime reader of mine, you might remember her from this discussion about housewife stereotypes.
Pru is like an aunt to me. Her name is nestled between her husband's and my father's on that tall brick building in the town where I grew up. We have spent Christmas Eve together for as long as I can remember. She skips my bowl when it's time to serve the Oyster soup.
I'm finding out that we have always been, very very quietly, quite proud of each other.
Pru is a cancer warrior.
She is in Houston right now with all her figurative guns a-blazin'.
Pru thought my red lipstick experiment might make excellent war paint. I can't say that I blame her. As established, red lipstick gives a girl instant power and presence.
She sent her daughter Dana right out for a tube of creamy red.
Look at that! Beautiful before, Stunning after. It brings out her eyes, don't you think?
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If I could physically beam all my love and prayers and blessings to Houston right now, I would. Pru, your strength continues to astound. With and without the lipstick.
