She… Saved money by cutting my and my sister’s hair at home. Not that you could ever tell. Smashed ice in a dishtowel and poured orange juice on top to simulate a snow cone when my sister and I would beg to buy one from the ice cream man. Made us go to bed at… Continue Reading
Monthly Archive: May 2014
Foolishly consistent are the hobgoblins of my little mind; no matter over which rests an unturned stone; mind the broken glass. Laurels are conspicuous by their absence yet no fonder grows my heart; I am no fair maiden to be won so easily by faint praise. Damn.