When I was a young girl my mother filled my life with books. I cannot remember the name of my first set, but the stories taught me many of life's most important lessons such as; the impact a smile can have on a lonely person and how not to judge a book by its cover. When I got a little older, twelve, perhaps, she introduced me to the Trixie Belden series. I was hooked. I still have have quite a few of them and it's fun to re-read those great little mysteries. I identified with Trixie… Continue

Liberation came for me in the guise of a roomy, cream colored blouse with buttons made of a rich, honey-colored teak

in varying sizes and shapes. It was an over-the-hips blouse with

two-inch slits up the sides which allowed free movement across an ample

backside. This blouse covered a multitude of sins and I was in my

glory. Who would have thought that the big clothes I used to hide

in would one day be in style?



That was when I was a size… Continue