The unaccustomed weight of the dense, fluffy cotton on your body, the subtle naughtiness of having nothing on underneath a garment that can be removed with a single strong tug. Not that there’s anyone around to tug my robe off right now. I’m lolling on my bed at Jamie’s investor’s Dallas hotel, i...
It can be whatever you decide to make it. —Ronald Reagan to his son Michael on the eve of Michael’s marriage, June 1971 “Brace yourself. You are going to have a lot to say about this one,” I said. “Sounds like you’re the one who needs bracing,” my friend Farren said, jabbing her plastic ice cream...