When Will I Paint My Nails Like You, Mama?
“Ella,” I call for the third time. She’s hiding. I’ve just walked into my room to discover my purse on the ground and the contents spilled…
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“Ella,” I call for the third time. She’s hiding. I’ve just walked into my room to discover my purse on the ground and the contents spilled…
Continue ReadingWritten By: Leslie Means For 7 years (actually, more like since age 13) I’ve worn makeup. Not every day (as my friends would vouch) but…
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