ugh. Apparently the first taste of summer this year is painful, sheesh. I spent Saturday in the backyard of a friend, drank some wine, and was super sun burned when I got home. It’s what I get for not paying attention, and I’d really (really) like to say it was all worth it….but it hurts:) […]

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong for […]