White Boots and Credit Card Payments: On Embracing My Bad Decisions

When I was 5 years old, I was the only girl at my preschool that didn’t have a white pair of cowboy boots.

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Reading “The Mists of Avalon” at Age Twelve

I was a twelve-year-old social pariah and I had probably read every Arthurian book in our (admittedly limited) middle school library. At school, my favorite lunchtime activity was sitting in the classroom of a sympathetic teacher and discussing books with her. Read More Reading “The Mists of Avalon” at Age Twelve