The symptom that first brought my father to the doctor was vague: a heaviness in the side of his chest, close to his armpit, that ached at the end of the day.
No one outside Nashville had ever heard of Billy Dice’s All-Stars until last night, when our drummer, Marty Marshall, fell through the plate glass window down at Clyde’s Country Corner.
Elliott, my absolute best friend and boyfriend of six years, began cheating on me in November, and for the last five months I’ve kept my knowledge of the affair a secret.