It is the woman who had to push away her feelings of violation because she knew people would say she was overreacting or was a troublemaker.
My project manager, whose hours are 9-5, comes to work at 8:30 after dropping off his wife to work.
My flavor profiles have slimmed to nearly nothing and my sense of smell has given up the ghost, realizing that what lies ahead is simply a further assault on the delicate workings of the olfactory system.
Kimora wore an orange and white cover-up dress over her swimsuit, while her daughter, Aoki, covered her bottom half with a red and white wrap skirt.
When I take my eyes off of my computer screen and look around, I see mainly hungry animals or grousing teenagers.
When I walk into a space that is filled with the heady aroma of caramelizing sugar, I am immediately reminded of my daughter.