No ribbons, bows or pink lace, only curly long locks around my freckled face, I don’t want dolls or to play with others, I only want to dress up and go to town, Mom and Pop’s spent too much time arguing, too many empty whiskey bottles, upset furniture, messes for me to clear up, and too many trips... Sign in to see full entry.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything you gave me." - Erma Bombeck, humorist (1927-1996) There is something so beautiful in trust that even the most hardened liar needs feel a certain respect for... Sign in to see full entry.