Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)

I am a clumsy and accident-prone chick. Ordained before time immemorial. What toddler you know breaks her leg learning how to walk? My mother photographed me, knock-kneed, standing next to an ottoman with a purple cast binding my leg. I am reminded of this when I wonder why I walk into walls. It only gotContinue reading “Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)”