I am a New England native. The hills, trees, and the red brick soiled by time and memory have called me back home from my time among the the desert mountains and neon.
Posts tagged "drinking"
What I can find at the bottom of a bottle of red: loneliness, joy, inspiration, heartbreak, desire, melancholy, and a little bit of hope. Usually not all at the same time, but sometimes in interesting combos….recipes of the heart.