BirthMonth: Pondering (and Celebrating) the Passing of Time
April is my birthmonth. For why celebrate only a day, when inching towards the day itself, or recovering from an overwhelm of interaction during it, seems as important? Given my […]
April is my birthmonth. For why celebrate only a day, when inching towards the day itself, or recovering from an overwhelm of interaction during it, seems as important? Given my […]
It’s not often that I am rendered speechless, but really no words flow in a state of shock over the attacks on children. Perhaps no words are as sufficient as […]
Why grow up? More like, I don’t want to grow up. I always channeled Peter Pan‘s vision with my infatuation with all things chocolate and candy. But perhaps more than […]
April is my birthmonth. For why celebrate only a day, when inching towards the day itself, everything seems enchanting. And the days after are spent recovering from liquid infusion or […]