August is usually a pretty slow month of spending a few days at the beach, dinners of cold dishes, and trying to get in dog walks before walking in the sun scorches you to a crisp. As is typical with the theme of this year, August was atypical. I’ve found myself writing and talking more than any other month for some reason which is great as it not only keeps me from spending my days in a rosé-induced haze, but also because it has been a welcome distraction from the […]

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