Story of My Life

Not sure what this terribly written article is doing in the Washington Post today.

But basically it's the story of my life. Substitute "Melba" for "Delilah" and there you have it.

As in:

"Delilah's taste in men -- and people in general -- tends toward the needy."

"She won't talk about her current romantic life, but in her 2008 book, "Love Matters," she writes about finding love again with a motorcycle-riding man named Paul."

"The cream-colored walls are decorated with seven of her own headshots."

"From then on, her personal journey and professional one would rival each other in jagged edges of tumult and felicity."

Perhaps the death of long-form journalism isn't so tragic?