Becoming Wonder Woman
Category: WOMEN
When I was eight years old, I rushed into the kitchen afflicted with a cut on my wrist. She cocked one eyebrow, looked down her glasses and calmly responded in her Southern drawl to the screaming child in front of her. "Well, you're not deaaaaad yet."
By Caroline Giegerich, ContributorDigital Marketing Consultant, 2015-04-08