One thing that I love is non-fiction. I read voraciously.
That saying is so true.
That first ride of the season on the bike.
Everyone is obsessed with the new.
We don’t get enough opportunities to play fun dress up.
My brain is pleasantly contented.
Everyone has their go-to, or rather a few go-tos.
Perhaps it says something about me that I’m drawn to little white dresses like a moth to a flame lately.
We go around once. Once. I know, that’s not exactly breaking news,
