Homecoming
Sometimes you can go back. But why, you might ask, why would I want to go back to this: I’m 17. I’m with the band.
Sometimes you can go back. But why, you might ask, why would I want to go back to this: I’m 17. I’m with the band.
I have buried two shameful secrets for most of my life. Today I’m coming clean. Which is not easy for a recovering perfectionist. ~~~~~ The
About the time I started middle school (or, as we used to say, “junior high”) I had exasperated my piano teacher to the point where