Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven. – April Winchell
I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning. – April Winchell
I am severely distracted these days. Its hard to sit in front of the computer, uploading bad music for hours, when you have a wonderful boyfriend who treats you like a Goddess. – April Winchell
Like every aspect of cancer Ive weathered thus far, todays experience was not at all demoralizing, expensive or humiliating. No, it was just plain fun. – April Winchell