The final days of May are about creativity and simply appreciating the joy of being alive, right here and now.
It’s odd to experience winter in the middle of June. It will always be a month I cannot help but associate with warmth and summer. Before leaving for work this morning I wrapped my scarf around my neck, slipped my mittens in my pocket and grabbed my umbrella. I stood at the front door, peering […]
By the end of winter, my jacket felt like a part of my body. I felt like a snake slithering out of a layer of old skin. I’d sit outside on my backyard patio, exposing my pale, ghostly white skin and lay still as my body sponged up every ounce of Vitamin D it could manage.