What? Again?

I barely had time to breathe during a four-day Memorial weekend, let alone publish a post. But, as I let the chemicals turn gray to a lovely shade of dark mahogany brown, and before I visited mom and spent the beautiful blue-sky afternoon with girlfriends, I found time to begin this rambling story. Natasha said to me on Sunday, “There’s always something to do,” and she’s right. Always. And I wonder how that happens to a single, sans children adultRead more