This is the time of year I call “bummer”–it’s not quite fall and not quite summer, either. My heart aches as my hands pass over the shorts and sandals in the closet and reach instead for pants and shoes that cover my yoga toes. [continue reading …]
This is the time of year I call “bummer”–it’s not quite fall and not quite summer, either. My heart aches as my hands pass over the shorts and sandals in the closet and reach instead for pants and shoes that cover my yoga toes. [continue reading …]