After teasing us with several summery days, snow and hard frost decided to try and pin spring back down. It can’t last. The hyacinth have already pushed through.

I feel like pushing through, too.

My son is becoming a more private person, so I’ve been rethinking this space and what I can write in it. I’m not exactly sure I have it figured out, but I think I’m ready to try.

I miss writing as a daily practice.

And if it doesn’t work out, then… April Fools.

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