Tanking it to Winter

I received an email on Monday from a co-worker. “Are you done with the weather yet?” My response… “I want to run over Father Winter with a tank. A huge tank.” She deadpanned… “There’s no need for violence.” Oh, yes there is, my dear. Yes, there is. The need for a tank began at the end of January, when a snowstorm turned into -50 F wind chills. Father Winter has been miserable ever since. Snow Ice More Snow More IceRead more

Driving Winter from my Face

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo~ This winter, I choose to follow Victor’s words. I choose to laugh. I choose to smile through the cold, the snow, and the shortened, dark December days…to drive the blasted winter from my face. Sunday morning brought the first signs of winter to the area. Outside the apartment, a light dusting of snow covered the farmer’s field. The first snow event is always welcomed, along with theRead more