I was totally lost in the repetition of matching the paint roller's rhythmic thumps to James Brown's grunts as I applied a second coat of Sapphire Berry paint to the nursery walls. As I moved under the eave, I noticed a new sound. At first, I assumed it must be…
Home
Yesterday I awoke to the cacophonous thunder of honking. Rolling, relentless peals ripped me from my surprisingly sweet and nostalgic dreams. While my mornings usually start with the bleating of horns bouncing off the buildings that line Fourteenth Street, I was not in Hoboken — I was home in Virginia.…