I was in shock, BP down to 70/60, my husband holding one ankle, my mother and sister on the other and I screamed at everyone in the room, "I hope you enjoy the show!" And passed out.

Does anyone else remember being forced to watch a film called 'Growing Up on Broadway"? The Broadway Cast of Annie explained what it was like to become a woman.

Aww! That just made me grin. How sweet!

I bet you had the best ruffles. I learned how to handsew just to fix Barbie outfits.

Anklet socks. The kind with the frilly lace tops were the best for making sweet little formal dresses for Barbie. And tube socks worked well for holding the padding in place when you were making Kens out of spare Barbies. (There never were enough Ken dolls and the visiting cousin always got the Ken doll. My sister…

At a former job I heard that my hobby of writing had been inflated to Wenchette is writing a novel on the clock, is getting published and has a movie deal.

Yet finding the clitoris is still a mystery to so many men, even the scientists...

I weep at the perfection of that liner.

I just bought Smashbox's Cherry Smoke in Bing because it was a red that smacked me in the face. I put it on and was rather stunned at how negative the reactions were from the men around me, except for one. My husband just smiled and said, "Men who don't like women in bright red lipstick haven't figured out that the…

in that cemetery you had to worry more about rapists than ghosts.

He saved me from a bee that tried to go down my cleavage after we traded blending tips. "That bee just won't leave me alone!" I complained.

His values were awesome.

It was a glorious summer day in drawing class so we all went out to the historical cemetery on campus to sketch. I was wearing a red sundress and I decided that I really wanted to get the attention of this one guy I'd been checking out all term.

Apollo's Belt. 'Cause I'm neo-classy like that.

Goodbye waxed Apollo's belt flaunting white boys. The mall shall be even blander without you.

You get the idea.

My teeth ache just thinking about this.

My group of girlfriends would take the round table at the library, grab a romance with a good cover off the spinning wire rack and pass it around after skimming for the 'good parts'. There was a lot of giggling.

My mother had a subscription to the Zebra books and she stored them out in the back shed. Imagine her delight when I discovered this treasure trove and moved them all into our playhouse, because we needed a library. I organized them by the pictures on the cover, Pirates and Lords on one shelf, weirdo covers on the…