487 Poke It

By the time March rolls in and out my skin feels like it’s lived three lives since December. If you’re 45 or better, you probably know the feeling. Winter doesn’t just nip at us; it tests the architecture of our skin in ways younger complexions don’t notice. I’ve come to

There is something almost defiant about weaving a basket in a world addicted to plastic. Some call it a “lost art,” as if it vanished quietly into the attic with butter churns and hand-sewn quilts. But basket weaving never disappeared. It simply slipped out of the spotlight. All across the