[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Since my last post was completely disgusting, I felt I owed you something cute and fuzzy. Like a picture I found of myself on Facebook, as a two or three year old, minutes before my first dance recital. A similar photo was featured in our hometown newspaper in, like, 1985 or whatever. I still have the clipping and those teeny, tiny ballet slippers. While I think I looked…
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Today: There is a Santa.
Dear Editor, I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? –Virginia O’Hanlon, 115 W. 95th Street…