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Always, I feel that something deeper is stirring within me, something much wiser than myself, perhaps something divine. Now, with my road-dog sister moving out to get married and my mom dating a 32 year-old (the first guy since my father indie passed indie away, and the same age as my last boyfriend), I guess you could say I’m entering a new phase in life. indie And of course with all this change, I am experiencing that same disconnect with myself. Cocktailing at Zanzibar, a hip, eclectic club in Santa Monica, I had one such moment. Escaping from the crowd, I went to the bathroom to catch my breath. As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection. It was one of those mirrors that reflected all angles and I caught a glimpse of my profile as I wiped my hands. In that moment, I stared with the cold objectivity of a passing stranger.
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