When I was a moody, disaffected teen who could have used a heavy dose of anti-depressants, my family vacationed in Vermont. We meandered around the state and happened upon The Haunted Mansion Bookshop. Housed in a spooky Victorian home across from a cemetery, the used bookstore was run by a man with only one arm. As I perused the dusty, packed aisles, the one-armed … Continue reading I’m Breaking Up With Heathcliff!