by Marissa Bracke |
Suppose Snow White's produce-induced slumber lasted long enough to bring her from little-cottage-in-the-forest to profile-in-the-social-media-expanse. Accustomed as she is to identifying her companions by their most easily-recognizable traits, what floppy-hatted...
by Marissa Bracke |
My uncle Paul (my Dad's bro) plays rhythm guitar in a rock cover band called Liberty's Teeth. And they're pretty fantastic. The band is often booked to play at bars and nightclubs, though they also have several bookings for weddings and parties too. I got to see them...
