It was like a bad breakup…you know how it goes. The arguing, the silence, the threats, the longing, the tears. In the end, you’re shattered and left alone to pick up the pieces.
“Of course you’re here,” he said, “where else would I find you?” Raz and I…
There is no feeling that compares to the car ride from Midway Airport to my…
It is my belief that you don’t choose New Orleans – New Orleans chooses you. Those who have fallen for her, live with her, are sprung, lost and turned out in love with her, know exactly what I mean.
