I’ve loved Jonatha Brooke since I was 12 years old. I’m not sure what it was about her delicately crafted pop songs and her veneered emotive voice that appealed to an awkward seventh grade girl whose music collection consisted mostly of what I pulled out of my parents jewel-case CD rack and 12 of the […]
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On Growing Up and Growing Old
Jonatha Brooke writes theatrical insights to life, time and hula dolls
