BIRDS USED TO SWARM THE five feeders outside my office windows year-round. I loved the happy distraction from deep and draining thoughts. Sometimes I took a
Saturday, January 25
THIS COLD MORNING, I DUG in the drawer for my favorite socks and put them on. Two steps later, I couldn’t help but notice that my bare heel touched the chilly tile. The bad thing about thick woolen socks is their propensity for wearing through at the