Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-Two
Slow Sunday.
Feeling the work of the week.
These cool mornings are just a tease, but I’ll linger under these dark skies for as long as I can.
First day of fall.
Costco order, and then a test, and then clip-building, and then, and then, and then.
“The Fire Inside.”
The power of intuition and love—and anger.
Preparing for all the stares and maybe a few questions.
Sunday lamb chops are becoming a thing.
You know what they say about a woman who cuts her hair: They’re about to change their life. Kind of the same thing.
