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

via The Goldie Taylor Project