How to clean a Bloody Mary mess in flight
I took a deep breath and did what anyone in my position would do as those around me gawked at the mess I’d just made. I laughed out loud and said, “This will make a great story.”
I took a deep breath and did what anyone in my position would do as those around me gawked at the mess I’d just made. I laughed out loud and said, “This will make a great story.”
Twelve women on my mother’s side of the family have had breast cancer—twelve of us. When a distant cousin asked if it would be okay to include my name on a T-shirt for a fundraiser, I did not hesitate to tell her yes.
The very best gift came in the living room of my parents’ Oklahoma home in 2006 where my siblings and our children had convened from across the country.
“Don’t embarrass me today.” Surely she was not talking to me. “Don’t shout that you love me when I get out like you did yesterday.” I guess she was talking to me.
My name is Lisa and I am a user…of words. I was a casual user in the beginning. All talk. Then someone pushed a No. 2 in my hand and a Big Chief tablet under by nose.