Once upon a time, or so I imagine, a woman learned things from other women. Had I been born in an earlier age it was something on which I could have counted.
Al the barber was a short, stocky man with a full head of curly grey hair which, due to his stash of green goop … was always slick and never out of place.
My dad didn’t just want to play the flugelhorn, he wanted to perform on Carnegie stage; he didn’t simply tell his grandchildren bedtime stories, he self-published …