I was in love with a writer once. Sweet words flowed from his mouth like a buttery fountain, smooth and passionate, coating everything they touched. His eyes held a kindness…
“Mide, have you seen Everybody Loves Jenifa?” he asked over the phone that evening. She shook her head instinctively before realizing he couldn’t see her. “No! Have you seen it?”…
Hanging haphazardly in one hand is my favorite bottle of wine. The 1945 Romanée-Conti. Naturally, I don’t think you will know that. I also don't think you should be able…