The Rain Falls early This morning, As I tiptoe down The stairs in thin socks And my nightgown. And the Last stair creaks, as I step on it, And the house sighs with the wind. And the hot air from the heater rattles, Rattles against the vents. But I tiptoe on, Breath held, as I pass the silent kitchen, into The living room, to the big window, where I press My face eagerly against the cold glass. And I can smell In the air that cold, earthy dampness that is the first rain, The f

In the summer of last year, I had an idea to start on a journey to compile together a list of memorable books from my childhood. I loved books—I still do—and growing up, there was no short supply of them. After trips to the library, we would come home, hauling several large bags stuffed full. About a week or so later, we were done; we would go back to the library and check out a couple dozen more. All these books shaped my childhood; they became part of my life. They became p

It's February, and the weather is starting to become a little more mild, but only a little where I am. The snow hasn't melted yet, and although we're no longer needing to tolerate sub-zero Fahrenheit temperatures, it's still winter, and it still feels like winter. Up north, we'll have to accept that it'll be winter for another month or so before the spring rolls around. That's why my friend Lily and I have decided to do this post; we need some more comfort to deal with the c