Goldie muses brillantly.
“If I may pay you a compliment, your beauty is flawless.” As the words appeared on the screen, I nearly spit out the homemade lemon and syrup concoction I’d been force feeding myself for the last three days. The idea that someone found me beautiful, let alone flawless, was a show stopping notion. After all, at 42, I’ve got plenty of flaws. The only thing that hasn’t aged, it seems, are my wondrously hazel-green eyes and even they need the righ … Read More