the two-way street of kindness
There’s something strange — almost magical — about chance encounters in enclosed spaces.
As if the forced proximity makes us vulnerable, squeezing out the very best — or worst — we carry.
You see that
I recently rediscovered the particular fun of a good, long shop at Trader Joe’s. I used to go regularly in my twenties (mostly for wine), but then I got married to a TJ’s die-hard who “swings by” the store pretty
“On The Smugglers’ Radar” is a feature for books that have caught our eye: books we have heard of via other readers, directly from publishers, and/or from our regular incursions from various corners of the interwebs. Because we
