Lone Stripper Shoe-Napping: A Tale
Mary plopped down beside us in the bar, a blue Santa hat on her head. It was the beginning of August, but I didn’t ask questions. We were in New York at the BlogHer10 conference and I had seen far stranger things by that point in the trip. Tracy asked how Mary was doing. She smiled and lifted a single orange high heel shoe from her bag, placing it on the table amidst our drinks. “I lost my other stripper shoe,” she said, gesturing... Read More
