Each night before I fall asleep, I pray that those are not your posters on the wall. And what the hell is that yellow animal-fur-thing? Gorilla socks?
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Ingrid Wilhite
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- A Life in Pictures
- The Only Good Gift
- Give It a Squeeze
- Everybody Who Knew Her Is Richer
- We Are Family
- What Babies We Were
- Fatale Attraction
- An Indefatigable Spirit
- Make Your Pixels Polka
- The World Is a Little Bit Quieter
- Insanely Cute (And the Cat's Not Bad Either...)
- The Woman Who Invented Cat-Velcro
- Holy Cow, She Could Work a Cat Into Anything
- Pretty, and Proud, in Pink
- The City of Ingrid-ly Love
- Pride, No Prejudice
- Bovine Biker Chick
- Halloween 2007 and 2006
- The Newest Member of the Heavenly Band
- Ah, Shucks... Go On
- Pheminist Phunnies
- Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman
- When Gravity Fails
- What Will We Do Without Ingrid?
- Her Desire to Love and Be Loved
- Boy, Howdy, She Sure Knew How to Make Us Laugh
- Never an Ounce of Pretense or Attitude
- She Had a Way of Carrying Herself
- It Was Not Possible Not to Love This Woman
- Home From the Hospital
- Side By Side
- Ingrid Wilhite, Jan. 15, 2008
- A Broken Heart
- Battleboro, VT, 1982
- Perhaps You Should Consider Shaving...
- Rutgers? Boise? Whitman?
- San Francisco in the '90s
- Summer with Lily, 1981
- Osmond Family Hairdo #47
- Yo! Ingrid!
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