A Season of Bread
Saving myself one loaf at a time
Feb 24, 2017 · 10 min read
It’s February, the month of gloom. The raw and wretched winter palace of the soul that eats your dearest wishes for breakfast and spits them out like black ice just before bed. My birthday is in February, as is Saint Valentine’s Day, but none of that helps. Birthdays are always a disappointment and Valentine’s Day just makes me think of massacres and Al Capone. There’s…
