Jan 22
8 min read
NONFICTION | FAMILY | MEMOIR
At Sixteen I Partied All Night to Cope With the Horror of Job Search
That’s what young girls do sometimes
Mom was proud of me as I left the house. I was wearing a flowered summer dress and looked like a pretty young girl, albeit with too much ‘Heaven Scent’ perfume. And eyeshadow. Not to mention pink lipgloss that…
