I, perhaps more than most, know how important it is to get one’s groove back. But I have to put my snow boot-clad foot down and beg you to reconsider. Groove your bad self back to Jamaica where you met your gorgeous husband, Winston, or stay in your San Francisco home making your furniture. Anything but heading our way. The Northeast can’t handle your groove please spare us!
In Sisterhood,
Sister Rain
P.S. I’ve always wanted to tell you how sorry I am that you lost your best friend but there’s a woman who looks a lot like her on The View.
