Tomorrow

Tomorrow, after a day of rubies, rhinestones and graphic design, I will pick this up: Tomorrow, I’ll be clipping my fingernails back to a stage only nail-biters know of. Tomorrow, I’ll be trying on gear, remembering why people of my sport don’t have pedicures. All because the day after tomorrow, I’ll be driving north. Back

Weekends

For the summer, my weekends are over. Hopefully they’ll pick back up again in the fall. This final 48-hour time period was spent with old friends, new friends and the Atlantic Ocean. Oh, how I’ve missed the ocean.