Every Friday I’ll publish something on the lighter side to get the weekend started right – slothy, funny or cocktail-y – and list the previous days’ posts in case you missed them and feel like some weekend boosting.
When first I saw you I was 21 and blissful. You were spewing lava: slow drools of red through the black night under a cold
Fantasy me drinks tea. She gazes out of a rain-spattered window as she savors every herbal sip and smiles indulgently at her daughter who is
It’s a famous phrase that’s often used as a rallying cry – but maybe it can also be a prayer.