My dad owned a white Ford Escape that oozed testosterone. It had a ... I was sitting in the back seat as we pulled into a parking spot. My mom ... I was maneuvering my body out of the back seat with as much focus as Houdini preforming a magical act. ... It was not until later in life when I came to the realization that she was trying to protect me from the possibility of people insulting me or staring at 1a#39;1a#39;1an.
|Title||:||I Am Not Contagious|
|Author||:||Allison Smith-Conway Ma Nasm-Cpt|
|Publisher||:||AuthorHouse - 2012-02-01|