No wonder the first time I was brought to a Showtunes Sunday in the Gayborhood I felt like I was at my home away from home. In reality I was just on the top floor at Tavern on Camac, squished like a sardine between a gaggle of gays who had all just got done a full day of Stonewall kickball. Continue reading Showtunes for the Soul
The walk reminded me of the way particular scents have a way of grounding and relaxing me. Continue reading Can You Smell That?