Originally published on BooksLive on the 5th of June And the Moral of the Story (Alternative title – Hand me some cheese to go with the whine.) Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I sat in a hard wooden pew listening to a sermon. The priest told a story about an Olympic marathon race. How when the winner crossed the line the crowds scooped him up onto their shoulders and paraded him around the stadium. Hours later the last runner came up the road. The officials detoured this runner into an empty practice stadium to finish...
Published on June 06, 2013 21:21