Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
He had Green Curry, and my guy had Drunken Noodles, and I had Spicy Basil Chicken as we sat at my long white dining table last weekend. We talked over…