I've written this same piece more than a few times. A couple versions existed in my head when I have had the great privilege of an hour car ride all b...
This one’s a spinner
On a frosty winter’s eve, as I sipped mulled wine in front my roaring fire, for a moment I mused on the finer points
How well do you remember the teenage wasteland? There have been a few times in my life when I’ve been sailing along, dipping my oar on either side of