He couldn't say exactly when it fell off, was sometime during the night when he was asleep. But when he woke up in the morning, the ring finger of his left hand was off, tucked underneath the pillow ... [+]
I was born, Mom says, dollhouse- ready, pre-Barbie hair a field of curls, the early bird that, sealed in plastic, cried like grouse or pheasant chicks between my ribcage-rattling hiccup fits that never ever called it quits until my kidney bean lungs grew. My golden locks soon draped my back and dwarfed my arms. I screamed like twenty fire alarms when hands arrived in flocks to pet and pull my hair. They called me Goldilocks. I called myself Fun-Size and fled, appalled, from fingers that would dare to yank my ponytail. This shorty squad member still stands as tall as ever. She withstands t