Soloing around town, the wind spirals through her hair, lifts the bottom edge of her dress and her skin is alive. She had forgotten–this side
I walked the familiar route; the same one I’d taken a few days ago, shuffling through contractions. Now I was making the treksolo, my son
Guest Blog! Enjoy! It’s a loop from childhood – 3 is a magic number. So 3 get in the car for 3 days To find
Last Monday, Neil made a crazy good dinner that I am still thinking about! He made salmon cakes, couscous with olive oil, and spinach sauteed