My dad made gingerbread cookies.... the best decorated one had a tooth pick going through it with "blood" escaping from the wounds... isn't it darling?
From the first time I took to the stage in a pink fluffy tutu at age six, I knew that I wanted to be a part of the performing arts world.
Join this Southern Belle as I try to make my way as an arts marketer in Chicago.
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