Tip of the Quill: A Journal
I’m dreaming of a white Thanksgiving.

I’m writing this on my parents’ bondi blue iMac, sitting in my Dad’s office, and watching flurries tumbling past the window. The trees and the ground both have a light white dusting, and baby, it’s cold outside. Winter has officially descended upon Ohio; I imagine Chicago won’t be far behind.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody. I’m grateful for all you turkeys. 🙂