Pageants, Panties, Penthouse & an Apology
When I was 13 years old, I felt ugly. I probably was fairly ugly—or, at least awkward looking. My two front teeth were bucked and my knees knocked. I had […]
Sandra B.’s Top Hit
I don’t think that my mother had a premonition that she was going to die young; but, she stuffed lessons into me the way we women stuff our suitcases after […]