And Then They Disappear…

And Then They Disappear…

“The only thing that matters is getting @runningdmc to sign my yearbook.” It’s a tweet I’ll save. An honor to be considered so highly that students come by and say thanks. This time of year is a beehive. Seniors roaming the halls, caps, gowns,...

Breaking Up the Band

We were playing guitar, last night. My husband is a classically trained guitarist. I’m an untrained disaster. It’s a perfect combination. Sort of like The Monkees, who I loved growing up. One musician and a cute front man. I’m the cute front man. I...