Perfections, or So It Appears I Have a New Book Out

This is what's called being late to your own party. And it's not the kind of fashionable tardiness where you saunter down a curving staircase all coiffed and primped and wearing a trailing ball gown while your friends and loved ones graciously applaud and start singing Happy Birthday. It's more the embarrassing oh-my-goodness-I-forgot-about-my-own-damn-party-where-the-hell-are-my-shoes sort of … Continue reading Perfections, or So It Appears I Have a New Book Out

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