I never feel like more of a cliché than when I’m sitting outside on my stoop in San Francisco, wearing some flannel I got from the men’s section at TJ Maxx, listening to Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams” on repeat. Call me clichéd – call all of us white girls hoping to… Keep reading "Thunder Only Happens When It’s Rainin’"
Thunder Only Happens When It’s Rainin’
