When we were both very small, my sister and I learned how to bat left-handed. My father spent weeks with us in the backyard, trying to perfect our swings from the wrong side of the plate. As a natural southpaw this didn’t seem an odd idea to me. If batting…

I’m not ready, not for any of it. The retrospectives and remembrances. The rehashings and new revelations. It’s been a year, and I’m still not ready to watch the whole world settle into a permanent state of Princelessness. My roots, of course, are a primary factor. Despite living elsewhere for…

There are about 20 strangers in my house, plus a few folks I actually know. Every time I host a house concert I get people from all over the city and beyond. I cast a wide net — Facebook ads, Twitter appeals, neighborhood newsletters, and regularly pestering my own personal…