I’m one seat from the First Lady looking at my notes. She asks me a question, and I look at her like, "Woman, don’t you SEE I’m busy?" It wasn’t until after the performance and I sat back down that I thought, “Oh my God, I told the First Lady to pipe down!"
“No mother should have to visit her daughter in a cemetery,” says a heartbroken woman as she recalls her daughter’s ritual of going to the tanning salon on her lunch hours. The girl started as a teenager and died of melanoma three weeks before her 30th birthday.
I am a beauty consultant. I help women feel beautiful and fabulous about themselves and their appearance. I, in turn, am supposed to feel beautiful and fabulous about my appearance. Pink eye (double pink eye, that is) does not enhance my attempts to reach that goal.
I’ve returned to my roots, literally: I’ve just had my hair shaved off---gone, no más. As a result, I am happy, nappy and finally free from the drama that I’ve allowed to big-foot its way back into my life for the past several years. I’m back where I belong after trying it all, again.