Made dumb flatfoot man jokes while daughters watched figure skating but as a result I am now gullet-deep into Chopin’s Nocturnes. Yearning like sixty.
I wrote this piece after listening to a Brandi Carlile* concert. Today as I pulled away from the curb after delivering my daughters to school, I thought of it again. I have two daughters. So including my wife, at my house it’s three-to-one girls against boys. A fellow I met recently on the road told me,…View post
Teenaged daughter + designer duct tape = one-of-a-kind cheaters.
Grateful to have a piece in this new book. It’s an essay drawn from the lambing section in Coop (speaking of which, hardcover currently available here for same price as paperback).