Rocking Retirement: Three Generations, One Stevie Nicks, and a Whole Lot of Velvet
I’ve spent a good chunk of this new retirement playing Grandma UberEats and rage-cleaning boxes of stuff I apparently couldn’t live without in 1998. But this past weekend?I was done. Apron off. Boots on. My daughter, my granddaughters, and I piled into the car for a pilgrimage to see the High Priestess of Rock herself:…
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