Growing up as a child I was a very picky eater. Ordering a burger was very easy for me, I only needed meat and cheese with condiments. Please hold the lettuce, pickles, onions and tomatoes. People would try to convince me to taste various foods and my answer would be “no thank you”. Well,… Continue reading “Cooking with Poo”
Does anybody remembering getting their hair done on Saturday mornings? Sitting in between your mother’s legs while you squirm or cry because mommy is combing or brushing too hard. What about getting a perm/relaxer to make it bone straight? I certainly remember getting a perm every couple months as a young girl. I used to… Continue reading I am not my hair!