…this Parisienne is in the process of killing me with her chicness. That skirt. Those shoes. That cute handbag. The red lippy. The lovely hair. I can’t! So trés chic!
Why, oh why, are we doing this again? Oh, you’re in rare form today, huh? Have you been living under a rock? It’s cold. You can imagine what living in … Continue reading
I need to learn Italian.
There was the very first guy, *Darrell Henson, whose uncanny resemblance to Michael Jackson meant that I was instantly in love. That was in the 5th grade. We, of course, … Continue reading
Hi. And ouch. But a good ouch. So for the past few days, I’ve been waking up at 5AM to go to the gym before reporting to the OK Corral. Yep, … Continue reading
When I was 15 years old, my love of words helped me to decipher an interesting conversation going on around me. Picture it, 1994, a suburban high school: a 15 … Continue reading