I may be speaking for only myself when I say that a little cheering up is in order. Lawrence King’s death (and the poisonous homophobia / misogyny that spawned it) still sits heavy on my heart. Plus my nephew’s birthday is coming up. Nephew that’s in the ether, that is. Would have been thirteen tomorrow.
So. Another boy here in their stead. So far, so good. Actually, so far, so jam-packed with joie de vivre. So much joie de vivre, in fact, that he has a ton left over, enough to share. Here, have a bite.