I’m one lucky woman.
I’m one lucky woman.
I don’t.
The most contradictory emotion on earth.
I have something much more substantial.
It’s giving someone the last bite of apple pie.
I’m a 54-year-old woman, so I come with accessories.
Peeking down a parallel timeline.
No two books are the same.
There’s no such thing as a bad hair day.
It’s all so precious. And it goes by so fast.
