It’s an interesting thing – that labeling of a girl, classifying her distinctly in one class (a girl’s girl) or another (a guy’s girl). I’ve long known I’m considered the latter and have gradually accepted it, although it’s alternately a curse and a blessing depending on life’s circumstances. I see it generally as something that …
Extraordinary. Architectural. Breathtaking.
Last night I had a smile painted on my face comparable only to the day I held a lion cub a few years ago. Chances were good as we set off for the theatre that this would happen – I remember a similar glee when I saw the same band, or “little orchestra”, the one …