Fewer Choices, More Time

January. The long morning-after. A time of mad diets, tentative declarations of sobriety, and a communal wish to be anywhere but here and now. January does something evil to those of us in a cold climate: it's so bad, so unrelentingly bleak, that it begins to feel like a judgement from on high. A smackdown.... Continue Reading →

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