Some characters and situations are fictitious. Others are only too real.

You’re lucky to have that face. But it doesn’t make you happy.

The gold cross around his neck lay itself upon me.

Of course, I was much younger back then. And not exactly willing.

I was a small fish in a big sea of amorous deceit.

Stage Mom Mom swore she never knew what went on behind The Producer’s Green Door.

So why not a woman, too—if I was dating her?

From The Other Side, Uncle Roscoe was still exercising his Second Amendment rights. Protecting me from my stalker? Or was his gun going to get me killed?

Haven’t you ever done something you regretted when you woke up the next morning?” Steven asked.I didn’t want to tell him how many times.

Remember—a woman’s brain wasn’t fully developed until she was 27.