The America's Cup is like driving your Lamborgini to the Gran Prix track to watch the charter buses race.
My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.
. . . When this map was made, there was only empty forest in the south," Gran told Birle. "Not empty," Granda corrected her. "The forest is never empty.
I swear in real life-probably too much-though I don't swear in front of my gran. We adapt to every situation.
The vulture Nekhbet, who'd one possessed my gran (long story); the crocodile Sobek, who'd tried to kill my cat (longer story); and the lion goddess Sekhmet, whom we'd once vanished in hot sauce ( don't even ask) - page 9
My Gran said put a thimble on your finger and it helps you in case you slip with the needle and it goes up, into the brain, and death.