oh my sweets! it’s chilly outside is it not? i love the colder weather, but i’m such an infant when i get even one, little, temperatures-in-the-low-seventies, goose-bump. i insist on wrapping myself, burrito-like, with various scarves, puffer vests, wooly...
these words, lyrics actually, to one of my favorite ingrid michaelson songs, keep running on the treadmill through my mind. pounce.  pounce. pounce. my brain strikes each verb, consonant, metaphor and simile over and over again with a whack of wanting; striving to...
Fall colors, Fall wardrobes, Fall meals, Fall fragrance, I definitely get into my seasons. I even have a Fall soundtrack. Gone for the summer are my sultry Cowboy Junkies soothing away sunburns in pitch dark, under a swirling ceiling fan. Adieu to  fevered, fiery...
