Bucket List from a Redneck Girl: I May Not Be A Superstar, but I Twinkle Brightly

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. If you understand what that means, then you'll appreciate this book. Was I a little hyperactive and mischievous? Perhaps. Regardless, taking the brunt of "the belt, the hand, or the hanger" when my siblings never had to endure such punishment led me to believe I must be adopted. I did not feel loved by anyone in my family growing up, and I suffered from a disfigurement that made me feel ugly. With the help of my Park Circle friends, I developed the ability to do what...