I’ll Fly Away
My hands were weak and shaking, but I managed to hold the pocket mirror still enough to see the massive red pimple on my chin. It was a ridiculous surprise ...
Blogging Home the Bacon
I never win anything. I try, but I never win. “Am I caller number 9?” I yell frantically into the phone. “Yes, you are!” the DJ replies.“Yeah, baby” I shout ...