And the fact that I liked to show off and be the center of attention really lends itself to figure skating very well.
I thought, frankly, that it would be more pleasant to write a memoir than it was.
I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.

