Last night I listened to a song a friend had emailed me the day before, and the moment I was listening, I looked up to our upper living room window and right there beaming as if it was a spotlight meant to shine only for my sake, was the most glorious, bright, full...
I honestly love this lamp. A–because it was free, B–because it’s Hollywood glam. Only problem? She’s been crooked from the beginning, wobbly in the shade. The story began on my way out the door of the Tulsa Deloitte offices nearly 14 years...
