Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.

There comes a point when things are undeniable and can't be hidden any longer. Even from yourself.

I just stood there, looking at her. My head was spinning, my mouth dry, and all I could think about was that I wanted to go someplace safe, someplace I could be alone and okay, and that this was impossible. My old life had changed and my new one was still in progress, altering by the second. There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

Its 75 Degrees! In December!

You don't have to make things harder then they have to be just to prove a point.