Bad day
Not a bad day. I had a rotten day today. It began as one of those days when I only wanted to stay home and play with my eight-month-old daughter.…
Okay. Maybe there was one more youthful indiscretion
No sooner had I declared what I thought was my one criminal act than a friend reminded me of another youthful indiscretion. Again, this is not at the same level…
