I cried when I turned 34 for no other reason than 34 sounded old to me at the time. — Carol Leifer Copy Share Image
“You okay?” Marlboro Man called out. I didn’t answer. I just kept on walking, determined to get the hell out of Dodge. It took him about five seconds to catch up with me; I wasn’t a very fast walker. “Hey,”… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
