Monthly Archives: April 2007

I know a girl in Pasadena. She’s got a streak of Ethel Merman in her. Anything you can do she can do better. Nothing stops her. You might slow her down, but you won’t keep her from doing that which … Continue reading →

The brown-haired boy followed her with his puckish brown eyes as she entered the room. In his tiny six-year-old frame he mustered a dose of full-grown Latin charm. He squashed traces of fear with daring, macho bravado and masculine charisma. … Continue reading →