On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Alone time to read a f***ing book. On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Two gin and tonics and alone time to read a f***ing book. On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me: […]
Christmas had arrived quiet and gray in 1987. The grandfather clock chimed a reminder that lunchtime was near. My mother cooked the turkey in a pillow case, hoping it would taste as good as it smelled, for once. It didn’t. “But what are you going to do with a Bachelor of Music. What will you […]
