Technically, winter doesn't begin until the end of December, but in the Finger Lakes it's hard to deny that there's a certain chill to the air that is very reminiscent to winter. And so, for the last three years I've found myself humming Christmas songs* and joyfully walking in snowfall in November. *It should be…
In Virginia, August was the depth of summer. The hottest days, the highest of humidity made all the worse if a tropical storm or hurricane came winding up the coast. We had regular days where the heat index was over 100 and I wouldn't go outside if you paid me. The humidity was oppressive, choking…
Please Note: An edited version of this piece will be featured in the Autumn issue of Bella Grace magazine. More details to follow. In my childhood, autumn was sweaters and boots and jeans. Sometimes, autumn was winter jackets a puffing our breath into the air to pretend we were dragons. But always, it began at…
Erica Rose Eberhart 