Chills, Sheriffs, and Wooly Socks

It’s cold…. Damn cold.  It was -2 celcius when I hit the streets for my morning run today.  Brrrrr.  It’s time to pull out the winter comforter, wooly socks, and knitted scarves.  Pumpkin spice lattes, here I come.  I crave warmth and comfort, and I will take it where I can find it.  Last night,…

There’s a Tear in My

“It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to…   Friday marks the 42nd year I’ve been lucky enough to walk the earth.  Surprisingly, I’m not upset about getting another year older.  Actually I haven’t thought much about my age recently, which is unusual for me.  I’ve been too busy trying to stabilize my moods…