Ten Reasons Why I Will Never Be An Olympic Champion
Sorry Momma. Baby aint bringing home no gold.
The only downside to our little townhouse was the fact that Jorge lived on the roof.
Its official. Today I turn that magical age of twenty-seven. Much the same as twenty-six you say? I beg to differ.
In emotionally charged situations I often morph from harmless innocent into dirty fighting sailor with tats.
Even feeling as terrible as I have been this past month, I can’t help but be grateful for the arrival of my favorite season.
Sorry Momma. Baby aint bringing home no gold.
Music played an leading roll in my young life- it was there for me when no one else could be.
Everyone in my family, Angie included, knows why she was conceived- Mom thought I needed a friend. Does that mean she owes me a life-debt? Quite possibly but I’m not one to bring it up. Except in the utmost of need.