Sometimes, it's what you don't give

Every spring should be like this: warm afternoons, cool nights, not much w*nd. (We can't say it out loud here, it's a superstition. If we say the word, it kicks up to about thirty-five miles an hour.) A couple of days ago, we had a bonfire; yesterday, my throat hurt a bit. Smoke, I thought, … Continue reading Sometimes, it's what you don't give