The gasps. Oh the gasps.

My mother does that all the time, too, but she only does it when absolutely nothing trivial is happening. Strangely, when she cuts almost half her finger off slicing strawberries, she’s as calm as a Sunday morning breeze.

    Melina Saint Thunderdome

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    Comedy writer and performer with arthritic insoles in her shoes and cramps in her legs.