Untitled Memoir
I was born the day Elvis died. I don't think my mother ever forgave me for that. On a day when the world stood still, and she should have been allowed to wallow in her grief, she was instead expected to be thrilled and joyful upon the arrival of a scrawny, bald, not so cute daughter. I've spent my whole life trying to make up for that.....
(To be continued...)
Waiting for part 2... :)
Great article