“We both like Marlboro Reds, both eat pastrami and Swiss, and both have holes in our hearts big enough to swallow us… — C.M. Stunich Copy Share Image
“Have you talked about how many children you’d like to have?” “Yes, sir,” Marlboro Man said. “And?” Father Johnson prodded. “I’d like… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Unintentionally, each time a new cow would pass through the chute, I’d instinctively bear down. I was just as pregnant as many… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“I’d never been with anyone like Marlboro Man. He was attentive--the polar opposite of aloof--and after my eighteenth-month-long college relationship with my… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Spring flew by and summer quickly arrived; my belly grew right alongside the daylilies, zinnias, and tomatoes Marlboro Man’s mom had helped… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What would you do if Ree became gravely ill?” Father Johnson asked Marlboro Man. “Well, sir,” Marlboro Man replied, “I’d take care… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
