So Few Summers In The Lifetime Of A Cool-Weather Girl

I just realized that not once this entire summer did I wear a swimsuit, enter a body of water larger than my bathtub, or even put my feet in the ocean and this makes me very sad.

Radiating Up Through My Bare Feet

A stolen moment outside in the warmth of an August evening after a day inside an overly air conditioned shop is as refreshing as a cool rain after a day spent in the scorching heat.

Low Fuel Lights, For Example

Sitting in a borrowed car that has run out of gas with an incredibly pregnant woman and a toddler on a very hot and humid day makes you appreciate the finer things in life.

Read Or Not, Here I Come

I am truly not prepared for the onslaught that is June in Wilmington: waves of tourists, surges of heat and humidity, impending devastational hurricanes, and mosquitoes the size of the Volkswagen Convertible of my dreams.

Imported Folk Metal Is Always Superior To Domestic

Returning to the (comparative) silence of my home from PaganFest in Raleigh, I noticed that the ringing in my ears sounded distinctly like the chirping of crickets in summer.

Next Time Has To Be An Improvement

I would be the one to travel hundreds of miles from home, towards a potentially awesome week of amusement park fun, only to get dreadfully sick for virtually the entire length of my stay.

The Groaning City In The Gathering Dark

The summer twilight sky was the color of the dress blues worn by the young soldiers waiting to be sent off to see their first and final battles, far away from home.