You may judge tender of me. / Although if to consider the soil, in its bereft state - and poverty - / I could likely see / the judgement you are to make of me.
You may judge tender of me. / Although if to consider the soil, in its bereft state - and poverty - / I could likely see / the judgement you are to make of me.
So. It’s Christmas. Most of our cohabitants are very excited, after all, it’s Christmas, the jolly family celebration. But what if that’s not your cup of tea? What if you even dislike the holidays?
Thanks to my father, my childhood was filled with trips to the zoo. Ever-fascinated by the diversity, he found the zoo to be an amalgam of unique creatures to explore and study. That's what I loved most about my father, his endless love for all forms of life.
There’s stress, and then there’s holiday stress. The crushing dread of not having enough time to do things and too many things to do. How are you supposed to survive this and somehow enjoy the holidays?