She was thirteen years old, and had not been blest with a single misfortune in her whole life.

It was not, she told her reflection one night, that she really wished to be unhappy. But there was simply no possibility of being a romantic heroine when one’s life, and one’s person, were as pleasant and carefree as hers.

Take, for example, her hair, through which she now dragged a brush impatiently. Not for her a mop of red curls suitable for engaging in wild escapades, nor even straight, black, mysterious, glossy tresses that lent an air of glamour to a silent, cynical rejection of the world. No, she had thick, healthy waves in a dark blonde, pretty enough to have elderly ladies compliment it, but by no means the A Life Less Ordinary|golden ringlets] that might inspire knightly gallantry or unrequited passion.

It wasn’t just her hair. She put her brush down on the dressing table and leaned in close to the mirror. Her skin remained entirely free of freckles.

American actor (1955-2022). He was born in Westbury, New York, and moved to Westport, Connecticut when he was 11. Conroy's father was an alcoholic who attempted suicide while Kevin was a teenager, and his brother struggled for much of his life with schizophrenia. Kevin lived with a friend during his last year in high school. He moved to New York City in 1973 and earned a scholarship to attend the drama division at Juilliard. He studied under John Houseman and

It's my partner's birthday this Friday. She is turning 25. I check my bank account: $61.06 until the 15th. I think I can stretch it into flowers and a dinner out, hopefully.

We are low on cash because we recently took a vacation we couldn't afford- not that it was lavish, but our time off was unpaid. Actually, vacation is a bit of a stretch for Arizona in June, but it was time off, back home. The first night we were there we shared a cigarette. It was well after dark, but the air was 90+