Part of me knows that the fog is a result of cold weather and inversion, of dense pollution hanging in clouds above our city. But another part of me catches sight of glittery particles floating in the air around me, and tiny white crystals lining each tree limb and needle, and I’m convinced it’s magic.
I always felt like fathers day was just a day for people with fathers in their lives.
Things I Learned from my First Half Marathon
Came into my first coupe glass today. Didn't so much inherit it as family circumstances made it available. I decided to celebrate with The Last Word, both boozy and sophisticated.
We cancelled cable three days ago.
Sometimes there's nothing you can do.