Small breasts, but breasts just the same finally came in. Boys said silly things…
When I was sixteen, me, my sissy and our parents headed to Paris…on Air Pakistan. Air Pakistan…
Lachy likes to mess around with my falsie. At the end of the day when I’m tired and a little achey and in the privacy of my own home the object that is supposed to bring visual equilibrium to my chest takes its place on my kitchen counter. Lachy is eight and getting curious about girls, kissing and…
I am pretty sure that at least a billion people have said that being a mother is the hardest job you can ever have. Harder than the hardest job you can possibly think of, I am sure. The thing about being a Mom is that your kids are your legacy, they reflect you, you reflect them. I see my eyes in…
I grew up in a family business and learned pretty early how to do customer service. My Pop had my sister and I working the cigarette counter at our drug store as soon as we could add and subtract and were tall enough see over the counter. Young. He knew we could take care of the customers well…
