Dateline: New York City (in my mind), but Connecticut, in real life
Karen Barry writes to you from the middle of a laundry pile and a sink full of dirty dishes somewhere in Connecticut. Right now she is probably letting the dogs out. Or in. She loves writing more than housecleaning, and music more than anything. Except her family, whom she drags with her now and then to concerts, mostly for the company, but also to keep them from changing the locks while she is gone.
Crossing the continent in the Heavy Metal Continental...
Pearl Jam turned a mom back into a teenager on four different nights.