It was getting out of control. For the past few months, I had been voraciously eating granola, that I’d been buying at the grocery store. Sacrilege. But wait, it had a cute name! – it was called, “Love Crunch.” But more importantly, it contained chocolate. Oops! Details. The tipping point was when Longer Legs raised …
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a poultice of sorts.
When I was little, I was obsessed with the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, and the romanticized life of a settler: learning how to live off the land, to make do with what you had, and to be self-sufficient. It was a far cry from the concrete-laden cityscape that I traversed in my red-and-white Keds sneakers, …
finding solace in steam.
The lone wolf days of winter are officially here. Cue desolate wailing. Actually, I don’t mind the cold temperatures. It inspires a change in rhythm, a natural contraction after the languid, loose feeling of summer: the city gets quieter, the snow muffles all sounds (never mind the two scarves and toque and parka hood covering …