Unraveling my braided brain with a good read, and counting the days til Spring

I turn to this book sometimes when the mud is stuck wet and hot between my ears.  During the end of this bitter season, I find myself struggling to say the simplest of words, turning a phrase, completing a sentence. Can’t seem to capture a thought. I have it, I have it, then it’s gone.  Everything sounding like a car wreck coming off my tongue. A mish-mash of mispronunciations.   READ MORE