Here is a picture that Heather took while I was at her house eating her fish soup. I admit that she did not do this spontaneously. I begged her. I was hoping that my blog would look more like hers if she took a picture of me with a bowl of her beautiful food — fish soup made with coconut milk, that’s right, coconut milk, oh, and paprika. And that if my blog looked more like hers, then I would somehow be more like Heather. But we all know it doesn’t work like that. You can wear the same sweater as the beautiful person you saw wearing it first, and you will still look like yourself (I learned this in high school). Same with shoes. And same with hair. I used to try to straighten my hair so I would look like that actress on The Mod Squad (Peggy Lipton), or Marlo Thomas on That Girl. Or what’s her name on Bewitched. But this was stupid since I have curly hair. Not to mention many other differences between me and Peggy and Marlo. The curls have been a blessing, though, as they have taught me more than anything else that I cannot hide who I am. No amount of blow drying helps – all of which is a metaphor.