Jennifer Jean Smith

As we reach the end of February and the days begin getting longer, I feel my spirits start to lift.  As I walk or run with my dog each day I can feel “hope spring eternal”.  Were I to acknowledge the extent of my despair about the dark days of winter while they are actually occurring, I would not get through.  So I do not. It is only with the extension o f the light, and as my little heart starts to flutter, that the depth of my denial is safely revealed, made apparent by the sense of relief that begins…