Every Wrinkle Earned

That realization was slow in coming to me.

Take those times when you’re at a simchah, and you see women dancing in that little circle of three ladies on the periphery of the main circle of leibedig friends of the kallah. Well, my time has come.

Once upon a time, the girls let me squeeze in and join the fun. Now, as I near the inner circle with pleading eyes that say, “Give me a break, girls, let me join the circle and show you my fancy footwork, the result of hours of simchah dancing classes,” all I get in response is someone’s long ringlets whipping my face as the stomping crowd whirls past me.

But think positive! I can wear those comfy Ecco shoes to the wedding and no one will ask me why. Oh, the sadness of it all. My pairs of high heels are relegated to that remote high shelf in my closet waiting for better days. Maybe… techiyas hameisim?