It’s a hard life for a clumsy klutz

When I was a kid my dad's nickname for me was Spill Queen. Aptly named, because I was a tiny disaster area who dropped things constantly. I was the most accident prone child--by the age of 6 I'd had almost 50 stitches, gained by doing everything from stepping on shark teeth to running through a … Continue reading It’s a hard life for a clumsy klutz