A couple of weeks ago, some punk thugs went up and down Mrs. G's street rifling and stealing items from unlocked cars. Mrs. G's wallet and prescription sunglasses were stolen.
On the back cover of Scott Simon’s 2010 book, Baby, We Were Meant for Each Other: In Praise of Adoption, actor John Lithgow gives a glowing endorsement. “This is a surprising, powerful, and important book,” he says. I had no idea John Lithgow was a member of the adoption triad, someone with the kind of credibility I count on when seeking “powerful and important” books on the topic. But a quick Google search led me to his status: Lithgow is an honorary adoptive parent of a manatee named Rosie as anointed by the Save the Manatee Club.
I’m from a tiny little town in South Carolina, close to Myrtle Beach. That’s where I was born, and where I lived until I was 18. It was an idyllic Southern upbringing, with magnolias and debutante balls and shelling peas on the front porch. I loved the charm, the slower pace of life, loved that everyone knew everyone else
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Be it Venial or Mortal (there's no escaping Original), we've all got secrets -- light, dark, funny, sad -- worth bringing to light. The act of confession can be liberating, mollifying and entertaining. Contrition? Repentance? A shot of Tequila? That's your call, sister.