I lived in New York when I read my first Eric Jerome Dickey novel, Milk in My Coffee, and it pissed me off. At the time I’d just gotten out of my on again/off again relationship with my first real boyfriend, D (who just happened to be black) and I…
I lived in New York when I read my first Eric Jerome Dickey novel, Milk in My Coffee, and it pissed me off. At the time I’d just gotten out of my on again/off again relationship with my first real boyfriend, D (who just happened to be black) and I…