A Messy Reflection from Yours Truly. . . . Greetings from my warm, bird-chirping corner of the globe, Dear Reader. I’m in my bare feet, I have a tall iced coffee within reach, and approximately half an hour or so of solitude. Here I am. And, simply put, I’m a mess. Top-knot hairdo. Disheveled clothes. Toenails that could use a precise and careful trimming. Our … Continue reading SnapDragon Speaks: On Wrinkles & Dish Soap.