3 Lessons in the Autumn Leaves
They have no speech and still the leaves teach. In this extra-delicious Wisconsin autumn, I am learning. Here are three quick lessons in a two-minute read.
They have no speech and still the leaves teach. In this extra-delicious Wisconsin autumn, I am learning. Here are three quick lessons in a two-minute read.
“Do we need a private space?” I asked. Ginnie nodded discreetly as we ducked into the empty room across the hall. Whatever she needed to tell me, it clearly was not easy breezy. “Abigail,” Ginnie whispered, her eyes darting from my hair to the spray bottle peeking from her handbag, “I hope it’s okay if…
October might just be the death of me. Because I am a beauty junkie. Autumn enchants me. “Seriously, mom? Do we have to stop again?” My family knows that in October I’m apt to randomly pull the van over to take it all in. This month my bicycle weaves erratically on the backroads from golden…