Chicago Reader, Women Seeking Men:

SILVER WHITE WINTERS THAT MELT...

...into spring. People who sing out loud, regardless of the venue. The smell of chocolate that wafts through downtown while harried folk bustle and forget to inhale deeply. The color red. The anticipation of sitting at the gate, watching the plane arrive. And the spotted tummy of my little rescue cat. A few of my favorite things. I gave up the remaining wisps of repression I carried at the turn of the New Year. So if you see someone dancing in the aisle at the grocery store, say hello. Or join in.

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