I dream of Beetle. A Volkswagen Beetle, that is, taking me across the country to California where I will undoubtedly become a famous author overnight. Until that dream becomes a reality, I'm a Baltimore girl with a tendency for poop jokes. (Not many, I promise.)
I have seriously been digging music heavy on the California vibes even more than usual. So ...
Oh man. I felt like I let out the deepest sigh (what? Did you think I was going to say ...
When a friend from work suggested these next interviewees, I immediately went to their ...
