Or, What I Did on My Summer Vacation.
Remember the ’80s, when bands had to pay clubs to play? As a woman, and as a writer, I think about that a lot.
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Making Hay
Hay Bales in Iceland
Spring fever always hit me hard when I worked in an office. I’m not really an outdoorsy person, but I am convinced that if there really was an afterlife, one of the things we would be called on to answer for before admittance would be the sunny spring days wasted indoors. And a sunny day in midwinter? There’s no forgiveness for scorning a gift like that. It’s wrong to allow calendar-based tasks to overrule nature. Read More