Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 3

Part 3   I love being thought of as a flake. It’s so much fun. I mean, granted, I was one as a teenager. But I don’t think it’s fair to count that for anything. I was a teenager. They’re all flaky, it’s part of the job description, isn’t it? I’ve gotten a heck of … Continue reading Fiction: The La Di Da Lady Part 3