I'm watching Reese Witherspoon in her Oscar-winning turn as June Carter in Walk the Line. This is (at least) the third time I've seen this movie, and each time I admire her more. At first I was just surprised by her singing, her twang, and her big 1960s hair. (Elle Woods would never be so backcombed.) But there's a maturity, compassion and strength to this performance that Legally Blonde and Sweet Home Alabama never even hinted at.
And who can resist the love story?
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.