I woke up this morning to cold winds blowing snow around. At 7 degrees outside I feel a little bit like the song February by Dar Williams:
"And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed, and you said, 'That's a crocus,'
And I said, 'What's a crocus?' and you said, 'It's a flower,'
I tried to remember, but I said, 'What's a flower?'"
Cutting to the Scene with the Pixie
Ten years ago, I decided to do one of the most drastic things I had ever done to my hair. I went from a long style (below collarbone) to a p...
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