⇻⇻ “Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.” ⇺⇺ Back in the cold dark of winter, I chose my word for the year — strength. (You can read about that here.) In the winter, strength is an easy concept. Here in the Northeast, winter is hard. If you’re not strong, you don’t survive; it’s that simple. Now, however, it is spring. The air is sweet and…
