Monthly Archive: March 2015
Life is a spiral, with one circle ending and another simultaneously beginning; layering and weaving thick histories and memories that ultimately makeup our very personal stories. My own personal story is evolving once again, as...
My husband said that when he listens to my current favorite album, he can hear his beard grow. Because, yes, Israel Nash has the current “it” sound of hipster-chic cool (like beards…sound…um, moving on)....
I’ll admit to being a mother who once rolled her eyes when other moms couldn’t have playdates because it was “nap time.” Not that I’m unaware of the extreme importance of keeping regularity within a child’s...
Her fingers are coarse from the dry winter air. She rubs them together absentmindedly; running the careful grooves of one finger whirl against another. She spreads her arms out wide to her side—her thin,...