When I was a little girl, going to Sunday church was a big deal. Out of the closet would come that frilly starched dress and the shiny, black patent-leather shoes — and maybe even white gloves for Easter.
When I was a little girl, going to Sunday church was a big deal. Out of the closet would come that frilly starched dress and the shiny, black patent-leather shoes — and maybe even white gloves for Easter.