You ever walk through soup? Not metaphorically. I mean real, breathable soup. That was me today on my way home. Dragging my legs like they were filled with lead and regret through the thickest, heaviest air this side of a pressure cooker. The kind of air that slaps […]
Here’s my Tuesday truth: my brain is soup. Not a bisque. Not even a nice gazpacho. Actually, I don’t like gazpacho. But that’s besides the point. Back to the point at hand. My brain on soup. Just lukewarm, slightly over-salted cognitive broth simmering under this June sun. It’s […]
Ah, Monday—our old, uninvited friend. This one starts with a bang: my car refuses to work, the weather forecast promises a toasty 90 degrees, and a heat rash has made an unwelcome appearance. Classic Monday, right? Pop culture has a field day with the Monday blues, and it […]
Despite my son being born in the summertime, he far prefers winter. He loves snow. He loves the cold. We went, a few years back, to Berlin during the Christmas holiday and my son was greatly delighted. While I walked around with three pairs of wool socks on, […]
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