I can rant for a solid thousand words on why I hate winter—and, while throughout my blog there is similar rhetoric, and most likely has already surpassed one thousand words—I have decided to skip past the frustrated foreplay and nose dive right into the solution.
There are exactly 37 days, 4 hours, and 20 minutes until spring. Obviously, by the time this is posted on … More
Every November I am confronted by the bitter cold when I wake up the morning and realize that my lips … More
The days seem to be getting shorter, the air seemingly cooler, and leaves are settling onto the ground like confetti … More