I have two naked Barbie dolls on the stool beside my bed. They’re identical, except the one has a broken arm. They’ve been there on that stool for the past seven years. But before you let your imagination run wild, writing me off as some kind of perv, let me explain. Continue reading A Tale of Two Barbies
A Messy Reflection from Yours Truly. . . . Greetings from my warm, bird-chirping corner of the globe, Dear Reader. I’m in my bare feet, I have a tall iced coffee within reach, and approximately half an hour or so of solitude. Here I am. And, simply put, I’m a mess. Top-knot hairdo. Disheveled clothes. Toenails that could use a precise and careful trimming. Our … Continue reading SnapDragon Speaks: On Wrinkles & Dish Soap.