
Cleaving
It’s a gray, chilly day before Thanksgiving. I’m snuggled into my cabin, catching up on a million little work things, and getting distracted along the way. While checking emails, one of my favorite e-newsletters, Outside Editors, has an article I can’t resist opening. As I read, I fall in love with its “seasoned” author and her lively, colorful writing style, laughing out loud along the way. I tell myself I want so badly to share this, but question its appropriateness.