Buzz Cuts, Bribery & Fried Okra
Last night as I was texting Deb about something, I told her I needed to head over to my son and daughter-in-law’s house to cut Leo’s hair. And she texted…
Last night as I was texting Deb about something, I told her I needed to head over to my son and daughter-in-law’s house to cut Leo’s hair. And she texted…
“Would you write this book if you knew you were writing it only for me?” That’s the question I heard—twice—back in 2002 at the outset of my writing journey. I’d…