Writer Leslie Goldman’s life has been a blooper reel of slips and spills. Fear not. There’s hope at the end of her – and your – black-and-blue rainbow.
Have you ever set your wrist on fire by knocking a candle into bed during sex? Or concussed yourself by careening your bicycle into a letterbox? Well, I have. Because I (thwacks self in eye while fluffing cape) am Clumsy Girl.
Recently, after falling off the couch for no reason (again), I began to wonder: why am I the opposite of what Ludacris rapped about – a lady in the bed but a freak in the streets?
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