It’s a steamy night in Eastern Pennsylvania where I grew up and still call home. I just turned on the TV, and immediately a piece of pure joy popped up. James Taylor and Carole King are singing Sweet Baby James together. It put me in mind of another hot and steamy night many years ago when my sister and I actually went somewhere together.
This sister is about a decade older than I am, so we didn’t officially grow up together. We… Continue