I’ve been asked, many times, whether I’ve ever washed my face in a toilet. This question isn’t as bizarre as you might think—my most recent book is called The Day I Washed My Face in the Toilet. Surely, I must have come up with that title after drinking too much wine, right?
Wrong. Sadly, I came up with that title—and a pretty big chunk of the plot-line of the book—the day I washed my face in a toilet.
Let me explain. In 2005, we were hit by a freakish late-winter storm. Continue reading