Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

"And no matter what closet we were thrown in, up what river we were sold for an embarrassment, or worse, traded for a bottle of gin--we’d carry on in playful stitches, friends‘til the end…which came sooner than wished."

Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

"The outfit, tight in places, and loose in some, says as much in the buttons as it does in cuffs."

Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

"Think of the Christmas presentof gashes you opened when, in an attempt to be Superman, you slid in stocking feet on a slippery wood floor and crashed half way through a window. Hopes of heroism dashed on the heels of no clear sighting of Santa."

Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking