Weep no more. It’s the Weepies | Art & Appetite
Last updated 6/30/2017 at Noon
Some people like to hold onto the preposterous notion that they make everything happen for themselves by themselves.
When my marriage of 25 years ended, I found myself adrift. I gathered close friends together and struggled to figure out what was next for me. My pastor dropped by my new apartment frequently. Friends called regularly just to check up on me.
I had one particular friend whose taste in music was excellent (in that it exactly coincided with my own). We’ll call her Jane might as well, that is her name. Jane is what Malcolm Gladwell might refer to as a music maven. Knowing...