Joyce Pellino Crane
IN THE late 1990s, after I crossed the threshold into middle age, friends and acquaintances began telling me I looked like Hillary Clinton - a development I was less than happy about. My reaction had nothing to do with politics, it's just that I had always seen myself as more the artistic dancer type, and she was, well, the lawyerly, ... (Full article: 582 words)
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