Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
We are sun-baked in the sand, hand in gritty hand, when you ask me, “What’s your favorite season?” Expect me to say—Here. Now. No moment could be better than this secret summer, with you my lover. (It took us nine hours to drive here). Instead, I speak truth: “It’s winter.” Read more
After more than thirty years, I have come to loathe New England winters, specifically the ones in the Hudson Valley where I reside with my family in an 1890’s barn. Not withstanding the freakishly mild one we are having this year, I generally start whining to anyone who’s within spitting Read more