November was a blur involving too many activities, not enough time, ample boxes of tissues, and vats of Tylenol. Even I got some version of the man-flu, allowing me to become one with the couch while pondering my mortality.
November was a blur involving too many activities, not enough time, ample boxes of tissues, and vats of Tylenol. Even I got some version of the man-flu, allowing me to become one with the couch while pondering my mortality.
Buried under ketchup-smeared faces and the haze of multiple applications of sunscreen is the suppressed sorrow of July’s end. August, once a time of overheated laziness, is still a time for yes, but the yesses now feel pushed by impending schedules and starts. There is … Continue reading Ready to Burst — July 2019 Month in Review
Summer break, where we again rush in where angels and folks with common sense fear to tread.