My “too read” section. Since I was a wee lass, my mother would buy me books. If I wanted a toy, she’d buy me a book. She had no problems spending my dad’s hard-earned cash on the publishing industry and would rather spend it that way than on Cabbage Patch Kids. And much to Freud’s delight, my love for books
On Valentine’s Day and Red Roses
Before my full-time temp job, I worked part-time at a local florist. I had gotten the job because I knew how to turn on a monitor. I started working shortly after my honeymoon and would still be there if it wasn’t for our suck-ass economy. I learned enough in 18 months to become a junior designer – a feat that