Cross my fingers, uncross the others


My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you. The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck.  The flukiness of it all plunges my mind. But Read more ›

Poised to sproing


The second we get together, I want to sproing right at you. I take the time to make sure that we’ve got the perfect beginning, just the way you like it, every single time. But it can’t stop there.  It’s Read more ›