Time Marches On

When it’s a blah day I don’t see value in sharing my experience. But writing in the third person (as though it were somebody else’s life entirely) makes things interesting. She pats kale, arugula, carrot, buttercrunch lettuce, and basil seeds into chilled soil as she gambles that winter’s frosty days have passed. Later, she’ll becomeContinue reading “Time Marches On”