My dad was a World War II veteran, but like so many of his generation, he rarely spoke about his service. The only story he ever shared was that he flew over Germany with Ed Koch — yes, the future… Continue Reading →
Earlier this year, one of my friends asked me if I had heard of a book she was reading called Nightbitch. I was familiar with it because the title is intriguing, and the cover features pieces of raw steak. OK,… Continue Reading →
