I was always young-looking for my age. When I was 13, I looked 11. When I was 21, I looked 16. My face could never keep up with my real age, it seemed. Which wasn't a bad thing. It was mostly just annoying in my early-20s when bouncers would try to turn me away at clubs and tell me that my I.D. was fake.
I'm now a few days away from being 33. I'm not sure how old I look to most people (and seriously, no need to tell me!), but apparently I look at least 33 to one woman in my town.
On Friday, Dwayne and I went to the high school football game (which we LOVED). On our way in we passed various adults giving out thingamajigs: A pamphlet for a woman running for judge, golden-yellow signs that read "GO SHORECREST" on one side and had info regarding a voting initiative on the other, etc, etc. After we grabbed our sign and rushed past the others, a woman called out, "Excuse me, Shorecrest parents!"
She was addressing us, and she wasn't phrasing it as a question. She seemed certain that we were parents. Parents of high school students!
Technically, yes, we could be. If we'd hooked up with I was 17 and he was 19 and then I got pregnant and had a baby when I was 18 and he was 20, we could totally have a 15-year-old son or daughter right now.
And that? Is just alarming. I mean, I've pretty much known since I was 16 that I'll never be an actor. But now that people think I'm grown-up age and not teen-age--that I would play the mom in a movie -- my world is a bit askew.
Kelsey's review of FREEFALL at The Book Scout
An interview with me by Hattie at DeRaps Reads
I also wrote a guest blog about "The Call" for the We Do Write blog.