a memoir of the zit queen (or my cure for zits)

my brothers called me that. Zit Queen…it wasn’t as though my face looked worse than anyone else’s my age, it was that i beat them both into puberty. However, nicknames stick. My twin brother gave me a great nickname…Aimbrain. How could i be offended by that? I was smarter than he was. Although he would…

my daughter’s gift of flowers…

she gave me such a large bouquet & my favorite thing to do, is to divide it up into many small bouquets. I spread them throughout the house. Small vases of flowers make the house feel happier. Thank you my beautiful daughter.