“Food for thought. Eat it!”
No Photoshop is being used here. Sofia and her little friend are joined at the hip. They weren’t born that way, but now they are. Perhaps there is a way to rectify it without surgery. We have a call in to an expert at CHOP. Or … we can appreciate that she has such a “close” friend already.
Below dig the deep thoughts (well, mostly) of an award-winning journalist while in exile.
Hanging out in Hershey, Pa.
I took this … Maryland’s Eastern Shore.
Prior to Dance Recital No. 2. No sign of jitters.
Reader poll? How many of you think it’s possible that some considered me the “cool” counselor? Bunk 9, Summer of 1982.