August 1
It's the first day of August, and the chill in the air feels like summer and fall are at war with one another. I'm living in denial that summer is ending - sitting on the balcony watching goosebumps prickle my skin while simultaneously slurping a popsicle. Putting on a sweatshirt would make me so much more comfortable but would also acknowledge that truth I'm trying to avoid - that summer will soon give way to bitter cold and the death of all things green. Some people call it "autumn," I'm just not that optimistic. I'm coming to the computer today with not much to say. I have a compelling desire to create, which can feel a bit dead-endish considering I lack the patience to bake artisan bread, lack the tools to refurbish a table, and lack the skills to paint anything but the same semi-circle sunset which now covers six canvases in our guest room. Writing it is. Last week, one of my best friends stopped by to tell me she was expecting. Honeymoon baby, a gif...