This is my duck-lips selfie. It is sad, because I am old and have this ridiculous beard-like mat of hair on my face.
I’m having it shaved off this Sunday to raise money for really sick kids, kids with cancer. I give to cancer research and support efforts all the time, just to push back against the random cruelty of it, so supporting this effort is a no brainer for me.
And Laura, my in-laws, and likely many other people who look at my face, will be moderately to extremely relieved.
To have grown an almost-beard AT ALL is a dear thing to me. It took damn near six months. It feels alive sometimes, twitching like I imagine Spidey-sense feels like, although I have no idea what it’s warning me about. I’m sure my crime-fighting beard is disappointed in me, and ready to move on.
To fight childhood cancer, I am too. Please give if you can.
(You may comment about my beard and express your enthusiasm for shaving it, but their should be a positive correlation between your expressiveness and your donation.)
Thanks for reading.
