For decades, I tried to be cool… But no sooner did I embrace my lack of swag, when suddenly, without trying, I’ve become the epitome of chic.
For decades, I tried to be cool… But no sooner did I embrace my lack of swag, when suddenly, without trying, I’ve become the epitome of chic.
“I think this is it,” my husband, Francis, said pulling onto a gravel driveway off of lonely Highway 1. A nearby sign read “Twin Hills Motel,” which was a row of outdated pastel cottages, with bugs orbiting their porch lights…
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