Here’s where stunt Guinivere jumps on her white steed, circles around the bandstand several times before digging with her heels into the sides of the stallion’s flanks so they’ll both
“We could be twins,” she said. Twins because we wore the same black and pink outfits. I was older and thirty pounds heavier, which is why I’d signed up for zumba. She’s
I’ve never seen a picture of Bob Dylanlooking like a baby girl but who knows one day the photo may pop up someone swearing on social media it’s Bobby scowling at
I watched two young men struggle with a bed frame, easing it down a ramp, waving at each other as they danced to and fro in the parking lot. Once
My writing career began in second grade when the teacher pinned a poem I’d written about spring on the bulletin board. I can remember taking the long way around the
“We could be twins,” she said, a chatty Cathy. Not quite. I was older and thirty pounds heavier, which is why zumba. She’s a little thing, ponytail pulled so tight I thought her