Girls Are So Queer You

People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

…for No Matter How Lost And Soiled And Worn-out Wandering Sons May Be, Mothers Can Forgive And Forget Every Thing As They Fold Them Into Their Fostering Arms. Happy The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchanged, And Who, Through All His Wanderings, Has Kept Some Filial Token To Repay Her Brave And Tender Love.

A Holiday Isn't A Holiday, Without Plenty Of Freedom And Fun.

Dolls Are Safe Companions.

Now I'm Beginning To Live A Little And Feel Less Like A Sick Oyster At Low Tide.