I became a woman in The Habit.by Nathalie GrahamTruly a culinary and cultural experience.JR
Every Tuesday in middle school I would have saxophone lessons with a man named Steve Carr. He had orange hair, always wore a fedora, and smelled of bacon and stale coffee. He was a talented saxophonist who scolded me regularly for not practicing and told me I should take swing dance lessons so I could learn how to keep a beat. I didn't take swing dance lessons.
After that hour, my mom would pick me up and
Every Tuesday in middle school I would have saxophone lessons with a man named Steve Carr. He had orange hair, always wore a fedora, and smelled of bacon and stale coffee. He was a talented saxophonist who scolded me regularly for not practicing and told me I should take swing dance lessons so I could learn how to keep a beat. I didn't take swing dance lessons.
After that hour, my mom would pick me up and