It is spring. It is impossible not to think of love. Everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere you look. Hiding. In the open. There. Peanut butter sandwiches without crusts were the foundation of my first “love.” He … Continue reading →
The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.