Donna Smith, Miss March, 1985

Donna Smith, Miss March, 1985Donna Smith sat crackling like a campfire in her boyfriend's Burbank living room. In a loping narrative, she was recounting, with almost no regrets, the unusual series of events that had brought her to where she is now. Often, she exploded. Sparks flying in all directions, she'd leap from her chair and take the center of the room as though there was just too much to say sitting down. And there was.She began with her childhood and her mother's midnight exit from Orego...