It’s November 27, and my feet are cold. It might be that I insist on wearing Birkenstocks most of the year, unless it’s raining. Or Sunday.
What keeps me warm is thinking about and starting to work on our fourth… Continue reading
It’s November 27, and my feet are cold. It might be that I insist on wearing Birkenstocks most of the year, unless it’s raining. Or Sunday.
What keeps me warm is thinking about and starting to work on our fourth… Continue reading