“Like strawberry wine and seventeen The hot July moon saw everything My first taste of love oh bittersweet Green on the vine Like strawberry wine” For days, the lyrics trailed down the hallway. Spilling from the bathroom walls into my office to disrupt my concentration and make me hum along. Ever since I mentioned it …
Month: November 2018
Sometimes I wish I was the type of person who was content to spend the day laying on a beach with a good book in my hand. This always sounds great in theory. In reality, five minutes into chapter one and I am restless, irritably hot, and too busy daydreaming about tacos to remember that …
