My home is split in two: half of us is pining for summer weather, and the other half is still craving the snowstorm our town never got.
Diary of a 20-Something
Weekly column by M.M. Cochran
Springtime, for as long as I can remember, has been my least favorite season of the year. I love the winter cold, the fall breezes, and the summer beach trips. Spring? I either want cold or hot weather, sunshine or rain, shorts or pants.
Dearest readers, I had a realization the other day.
Before I delve into all that, let me start with this: When I was in my last semester of college, I read a book called Winter Birds, written by a local author.
Dearest readers, allow me to introduce myself.
I’m M. M. Cochran, your local journalist, author, and lover of all things bookish.