Late winter is the coldest time of the year for me—with the novelty of snow days worn off and the magical holidays over, I’m tired of ice, tired of looking out the windows seeing the grass (from the inevitable unseasonable warm snap melting snow) and sun and outside *looking* like it
Month: March 2022
If I had a penny every time someone pitched an idea at me to ask if I thought it had legs, I’d still not have enough to buy a soda (curse you, inflation!), but I’d still have a big mess of pennies to fit up and cram into a coin purse.
I grew up with a bayou at the edge of my backyard, and on the other side of the bayou, a field. We—my three siblings and a motley crew of neighborhood kids, kids whose afterschool care came in the form of grandparents who lived in the neighborhood, friends who lived in