Today while I was in line at the grocery store, I spotted the latest Vogue.
I don't know when I last bought a copy of Vogue Magazine.
For one thing, it's expensive.
For another thing, I live in Boone, NC.
I no longer work.
We do not attend any function whatsoever that requires me to be concerned about the latest Versace hemline.
There was Michelle Obama on the cover.
Looking, of course, radiant.
And damn if a tear didn't sneak down my face.
Are they ever going to quit popping out at the oddest times and taking me by surprise?
So, I plopped down my $6.99 for this month's Vogue.
Reading the article about a woman who is a hero to so many, a role model to so many, was worth my $6.99.
It hurts my heart to think about the Obamas leaving.
It breaks to think about what's following them into the White House.