Dawn and I needed to talk about everything that had happened, and I thought the best place to do that was in our bed. I wanted our conversation to be loving and intimate, not two people sitting on a couch separated by clothes, distance, and guilty thought...
Tuscany is everything you hoped it would be. Rolling Mediterranean hills lined with cypress trees, acres and acres of vineyards, delightful architecture and arts, marketplaces that are a feast for the senses, cuisine to die for, and sunny, cool weather th...
It was May of 1978. A beautiful warm day was being predicted for the upcoming Friday. Someone (my guess was Todd) announced that that Friday would be Senior Skip Day. Word spread quickly. Kelly and I were seniors in high school. We were above-average stud...
