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A funny thing happened on the way to the laundry room

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I'm heading back to my apartment, carrying my plastic laundry basket, heavy with 2 loads of freshly washed whites. The basket itself is pale green only because I couldn't find turquoise. I am absolutely crazy about turquoise. So there I am, walking down the path, when I'm startled by a glimpse of turquoise at the top of a neighbor's stairs. 

My eyes dial in and I see it's a girl, a girl with bright aqua-colored hair, the very same Katy Perry blue I yearn to dye my own hair. The girl, talking to her boyfriend (my assumption from how close to each other they stand) catches my eye, we smile.

"I love your hair," I call out as I pass. "Oh, to be young again, I'd love to have hair that color."

At which point she peels away from her boyfriend and heads down the stairs. "You should!" she says. "And I'm not that young, I'm thirty." 

"Ha! You're a baby!" 

But I'm glad I haven't called her a girl out loud. D…

Interviewing Jane Wells

I've been skittish for a week knowing today was coming. I had an appointment to interview a journalist for 805Living magazine. We're doing a new page for the end of the book featuring local people of note, be they celebrities or interesting, influential folks who live in the Conejo Valley area. My interview was with Jane Wells, an Emmy award winning, Peabody prize winning, super successful broadcast journalist on MSNBC.
And, yes I was nervous. It's not as though I've tried to pass myself off as a journalist. I'm not! I like to write personal essays, short stories, the occasional article and yes, I might have to interview someone in regards to that but HEY! Jane Wells reported on the OJ Case for pete's sake. What the heck did I know about interviewing someone like her?
In reality, the piece is intended to be fun and light, so there really shouldn't have been any pressure ... except the pressure I pile on myself!
I'd requested a bio which she emailed me and I went over it and over it.
I went over and over my questions.
I went over and over my wardrobe.
Finally I was ready. Jeans with a black shirt, brown suede boots and coat. Writerly, but fairly fashionable.
The nifty little digital recorder my husband gifted me with, tucked into one of the small inner pockets of my purse. Tres cute.
And I was on my way.
And you know what, as soon as I saw her, peering quizzically at me, as if to say, Is that you, I realized that it was going to go okay. Which, I'm happy to say, it did. The results will be in the April issue of 805 Living, if you live in our neck of the woods I hope you'll try and pick up the magazine and check it out.


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