But now that it’s his turn, he captures every space in the room, every attention, and tells a magnificently unforgettable story. But as the cornet and trombone quiet, and the drums and bass soften to a low but firm guide of the music, laying down the blueprint for an emerging star, the pianist plays louder. I was brought back to memories of a house filled with incessant belting of arias and gospels, to mornings and nights of endless piano scales repeated to joyous madness. Statistics show that when fathers are absent from the home, children are more likely to become involved in youth gangs, sexually abused, be illiterate, have low self-esteem, become homeless, and abuse drugs and alcohol. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average.

No missing or damaged pages, no creases or tears, no underlining or highlighting of text, and no writing in the margins. I was worried too that his best friends might not understand, but they were respectful and enjoyed the couple plus their lifestyle. Elena did such a good job at not making this feel uncomfortable or strange when it could have easily gone that way. Being graced with music that had been passed down for generations, with music that had enraptured every individual in the hall, as the image of my father was so intensely conjured, I also saw Buddy Bolden and his descent to both insanity and jazz.As the spotlight moved from the bassist to the trombonist to the cornetist, the decades-long rich history of New Orleans jazz, of the founding fathers of a generational tradition like Buddy Bolden, came alive in the dark room. To have not understood the necessity, why my father had to play everyday, why he had to sing everyday, and then to come to his understanding through the tragedy and success that is Buddy Bolden, I realized I had misunderstood him, couldn’t recognize him as more than a father. This one has fewer ingredients than leading competitor almond milks, to produce a clean, smoother tasting latte - with no nasty aftertaste. For my people with some breeding kink, this is a great short read with a wild, messy, and good ride.

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Mother Alaina has been providing her special therapy sessions to Bradley, a down on his luck recent divorcee for over six months. We get to revisit back to nature kinksters Ben and Maggie who we first met in Mountain Daddy's Milk And Honey. But during a friendly lunch with her friend Angela, Honey is given a strange plain white business card with a 10-digit number printed on it. For the next few minutes, a barrage of notes and chords, at times harmonious and at other times, discordant, the pianist with hair as dark as my father’s and his skin just as bronzed, starts to morph into the image of the man who had raised me and left without a word.