Everyone loves a Cinderella story unless you’re the older, more experienced stepsister who, even though you’ve been around the block one too many times, are a little passive-aggressive and decidedly OCD, is used to getting your way. Like you, I prefer to take the underdog’s side in just about everything in life. Except college basketball. …
No, not that election. The Eastern High School Class of 1988 presidential race. Like, duh. I’m not kidding when I say there’s a real chance I may have tainted the results. Add the fact that I was actually one of the candidates, and you’ve got the makings of an Academy Award-winning thriller. Think All The …
I first met Caity DiFabio at the epicenter of all clichés. A bar. On a trip to Louisville two years ago, bored and waiting for a friend, I settled onto a stool and ordered an Old Fashioned. That such a young girl could serve an ancient cocktail the right way surprised me, almost as much …
For reasons I don’t quite understand, a kind friend asked to interview me for the neighborhood paper. My responses, written at about 11:30 p.m. last night, are listed below. I realized immediately upon waking that these will never see the light of day in actual print, so I thought I’d share them with you. What …
READING BETWEEN THE PINES 