He's A Woman- Prologue
I yawned and sat up. The first thing I heard was the snoring of Ringo Starr in the bed on the other side of the room. Oh joy, I thought as I stretched out my tired limbs and yawned again. I swung my legs around the other side of the bed and slowly lifted myself up. Something was wrong. I immediately felt that. What the hell? I thought as I stared down at my chest. It was a bit bigger, so to speak. I shook my head and was surprised that my usual light and short hair was much heavier, much longer. I slowly walked over to the bathroom, turning the knob and walking over to the mirror. I stared at myself, my mouth dropping open. At first, I didn't know what to say, so I just screamed. I screamed at my reflection in the mirror because it wasn't, it couldn't be mine.
Ringo stumbled through the door, muttering a sleepy, "Wha' 'appened?"
I turned to him, asking, "Do I look different to you?"
Ringo sighed and rubbed his eyes; then turned to look at me. He looked me up and down, sta
UmberI was thinking about her tonight, not sure why. She doesn't cross my mind as much as she once did, unless I take a moment to remember her anew. So that is what I will do.
In the winter of 1992 in Martinez, California, when I was still married and living with my husband and our only son (age 13), one of my nieces and her children were living with my husband's sis-in-law. One late cold night they found three shivering, skinny kittens hiding, but not too quietly, in cardboard boxes beneath their apartment balcony. Apparently they'd been abandoned by the mother or else she had become lost or died. So my niece and sis-in-law took several hours trying to capture the wild itty things, and brought them inside and devoted a couple weeks trying to tame them, while also trying to find homes for them. But no one wanted the kittens. So as last resort they phoned me and invited my son to visit -- hoping I'd weaken and adopt them. My son fell in love with the femal
BooksThey take me far from here, They help me get away. They take me into worlds of magic, lands filled with terror. Land filled with wonders. They help me escape reality, they help me get away. Books, books, books. I love them. They take me to new places, they take me on adventures. They lead me through the wild, they lead me through a jungle. They take me by a sleeping dragon, and its pile of gold. Books take me many places. If you're looking to escape reality, then open a book. They'll take you far from here, and will keep you entertained. Books, books, books. oh how I love books.