Counting down the chicken bones
As soon as I walked out of my front door last night, en route to the Art Bar in the West Village for my going away party, I heard music … Continue readingCounting down the chicken bones
Crafting narratives, creating connections
As soon as I walked out of my front door last night, en route to the Art Bar in the West Village for my going away party, I heard music … Continue readingCounting down the chicken bones
Maybe it’s me being my usual grouchy self, but I am fed up with strangers coming up to me while I’m walking Lucy and asking me how much I paid … Continue readingHow much is that doggy in the window?