I would never tell the other seasons, but fall is my favorite, favorite, favorite. The way the air wake up your lungs when you breathe it in deep, the way you can layer your clothes and peek out at the world, the way each day changes the landscape around you and you are all too aware of how finite things are. I’d never been to Radnor Lake until a couple of days ago, when the…
This time of year always feels a little like those last few anticipation-filled lurches at the top of the first, biggest slope of a roller coaster. I’m ready. Let off the brakes.
I took a little solo walk today in Chickasaw Gardens near the little park and lake, where I go to entertain my greenest fantasies — the ones where I imagine what life would be like were I to be the kind of person who drove a Lexus into a two-car garage bordered by meticulously landscaped greenery tended by hired help. They’re silly fantasies, little one, because we all know that even if I could afford…
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