A Blurred History

I've spent a lot of time ranting about how much I don't like February. Lo and behold, we've reached the final countdown. Only on...

You know you're working with the right folks when they send you links like this . (Thanks awesome agent Lyndsey.) Lyndsey, the InkWell f...

Our brief January thaw (read 30s and streets full of dirt-flavored slushees) departed, leaving us to stare down a slow-moving, mega-cold fro...

December 21: the shortest day of the year, the longest night. In the northern reaches of the country that I call home, it's a frequent c...

I love the shift in seasons. I know, I know. Two months ago I ranted about October snow - but I love the shift in seasons when they happen ...

It's one of those days. On the morning walk with dogs, leaves glittered with frost. Winter's approach wraps around me like a cloak a...

We lost fall. I don't know how it happened. After the warmest September on record, October arrived in a cloak of winter. Temperatures dr...

This morning my car looked like it had been attacked by someone wielding an ash-flavored slushee. All day the sky has spit chunks of icy rai...

February 1. We've made it. January is gone. I don't know whether I'd go so far as to call January the most challenging month of ...