Every evening at 7:30, the blue light from the television painted my parents’ living room in the same quiet glow. The same shows, the same recliners, the same gentle rhythm of laughter from sitcoms on...
Every evening at 7:30, the blue light from the television painted my parents’ living room in the same quiet glow. The same shows, the same recliners, the same gentle rhythm of laughter from sitcoms on...