My hips ache. My low back and shoulders and thighs are sore. My knees are scraped and my palms are chafed. I love this feeling, this visceral reminder of sustained effort. I've felt this way before, for other, sexier reasons, but today it's from pulling weeds, putting in a garden, working with dirt and plants in … Continue reading Playing in the dirt
Playing in the dirt
Gwen Mullins 