Dad’s Playbook for “Love”: Epic Fail

There’s nothing like good music to instantly put me in a happy mood. Dance-y, even.

Near the end of the preceding “chapter” I wrote this: “In 1984, when I left my marriage and fumbled for how to keep experiencing affection and lovemaking (after all, I was only 32!), the friendly gents in the neighborhood sent me my very own musician to kiss, cuddle, and dance with. Let’s call him TR.”

Doesn’t that sound more than a little bit nuts? How could the nearby “fellows” make such an offer…

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Braiding loss, joy, love. Award-winning author of YA adventures like This Ardent Flame; The Long Shadow, more. bethkanell.blogspot.com; member SinC, NBCC.

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BethKanell

BethKanell

Braiding loss, joy, love. Award-winning author of YA adventures like This Ardent Flame; The Long Shadow, more. bethkanell.blogspot.com; member SinC, NBCC.