Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.
If I have to climb to heaven on a ladder, I shall decline the invitation.
I never wanted a Guardian Angel. I didn't ask for one. One was assigned to me.
Neiman-Marcus is one thing, and the Dallas Cowboys are another.
Most people call me Mercy. I like it
My name is real, which probably explains why I never became a superstar... how would that look in lights?