I never thought that one's identity could be contained in dead follicles. Maybe I was wrong. B.C. (before children) I rocked the prettiest natural curls/ringlets that you could possibly imagine. Shirley Temple hated me, and I hated them. I wanted str...

I have just begun to twitter.....it JUST might take me a while to get a grip on it all, but just in case we have had the conversation that goes something like, "Let me know when you get set up on twitter, girl!" "Okay Superwoman, I sure will!" There ...

So there was a bed. And a ceiling. Walls. Heating and air-conditioning. But the sweet old lady at the front desk rang a BELL when it was time for dinner, for crying out loud, so in my rainbow hued brain, it counts as camping....I'm stickin' with it!...