A year. 12 months. 365 days. There is a person out there, somewhere, who should get credited for coining the phrase “time heals all wounds.” It’s interesting, isn’t is, that everyone has heard it, but no one actually knows who said it. I wish I knew where this phrase originated,…
It’s quite the snowstorm, isn’t it? On Thursday afternoon, Atlanta got pounded with snowgate ’10. A full 1/4 inch dusting of the white magic. So, instead of my BIG PLANS to take Slynnro to Atlantic Station so she could buy her H&M tank tops (even though we hear that H&M…
I am rereading Wuthering Heights. Although rereading might be kind of an untruth…because, you see, when it was assigned to me to read for Mrs. Rosenwald’s English class, I, well, um, there was a movie, and there just wasn’t time, and well, I didn’t actually read it. I did, however,…
