Don’t say her name. That was the one rule my bandmates followed, because they knew how much it messed me up to think about her, especially on tour. My ex, Nicole. The one who got away and the woman who s…
Three years ago, I dodged a bullet. Three years. Three years of sleepless nights with a secret cradled in my arms, a secret that could shatter the carefully constructed life of Dr. Alexander Hartman.
You’d think having a breakout Christmas song to take your pop career to the next level would be a good thing, but the holiday has never been good to me, and I j…
