A man in a MAGA hat visits the Women’s bookshop

There is a time in every man’s life when he must stare the cyclops of destiny in its ocular singularity and neither flinch nor flee. Wellington at Waterloo, Custer at Little Bighorn, Mel Gibson at Gallipoli. Mine was last Saturday. Mother’s Day was fast approaching and I had tracked down the perfect gift for the … Continue reading A man in a MAGA hat visits the Women’s bookshop