I have to admit to a bit of snobbery when it comes to the Great Lakes, having grown up on the Gulf coast in Florida. I mean, where are the shells for crying out loud?
The color of grief
Grief for me has always been about weariness and sadness, not about anger or tears. That's too bad. I think it lasts longer that way.
Grr…
Reloaded revisited
Snide remarking philosophical poet.