Why I Chose To Get A Tattoo Instead Of A Face-Lift For My 80th Birthday

Graciela sits atop my right bicep. She is a tattoo of a seahorse the size of my palm. She has an eye trimmed with a thick lash, a rose-colored tail that twists to the left and a crown of swirly arrows. Three times a day, I carefully lather my fresh tattoo with antibacterial soap and pat her dry. I grin as I perform this procedure, as if I were a postpartum mom tending to my newborn child.

Elaine Soloway got her second tattoo, a seahorse she calls Graciela, just before turning 80.

COURTESY OF ELAINE SOLOWAY
Elaine Soloway got her second tattoo, a seahorse she calls