I wasn’t a smoker, but I’d seen other drivers looking so relaxed in their cars, one hand dangling casually out the window, a cigarette clamped between two fingers.
My Book
Near death of a teenage saleswoman
School’s out, so teenagers everywhere are prowling the streets and message boards, looking for summer jobs.
Try, try again … and then try some more
In the windblown cockpit, my battered self-confidence finally gave way. I felt unable to try anymore. In all my unsuccessful attempts to be useful, I’d rendered myself useLESS.
The Duke and Duchess of Prom
He seemed the perfect candidate to be my prom date – not popular enough to reject me, and free of excess nasal mucus.
