I come alive in March. In fact, I count off the weeks during January and February, looking forward to the day I can flip the calendar to March. Why March? Because it signals the beginning of spring. The days are longer. The sunshine is brighter. For years, I didn’t know how to define my problem …
What are some of the practices to help us prevent Alzheimer’s?
What is it about February? The shortest month seems to stretch into a cavernous calendar of grey days. Grey isn’t my color. I don’t live well in February. Occasional spits of snowy ice combine with frigid temperatures. We huddle tighter inside our coats, wishing for a warm blast from the Gulf rather than the icy …