She sat across from me, sipping coffee, her forehead wrinkled with unhappiness. She’d struggled for two years in a job that clearly made her miserable,…
You stir in your bed as the strains of an orchestra tickle at the edge of your still sleeping consciousness. The volume increases little by…
An in depth review is in the works, but in the meantime, here’s a taste of Nancy Wilson’s wonderful and, more to the point, challenging…