By Eliza David I get my height from my father. My teenage dreams of being famous, my participation in drama club throughout my high school and college years, my ears – all things I’ve been told I’v… Source: Madonna and (Fatherless) Child
I thank God (or Prince, who is basically God in my eyes) that I started my professional career in sales. Selling everything from newspaper ad copy to air filtration systems to Olan Mills photo packages has toughened my skin and prepared me for the backlash I was sure to receive later as a writer. Every… Continue reading It’s a (Slut) Shame
The first thing I did was call my mother. Because when someone like Prince Rogers Nelson is even rumored to have died, the first person I think of is the woman that introduced me to his talent when I was still a fetus. I have no recollection of the 1978 Rick James concert my pregnant mother attended… Continue reading Adore: My Childhood with Prince
Eliza David, Lady Writer 