On a quiet Wednesday night in a New Jersey hotel room, I rediscovered Dan Fogelberg. My niece was texting me with YouTube videos of Troye Sivan “sipping waterfalls” in Youth and James Bay singing a directive that none of us needs to wear a Best Fake Smile and “you don’t have to care so don’t pretend,” when I harkened back to what I was listening to in my twenties and I thought of Dan and through the technological magic of Pandora and iTunes, I stepped back into his music and a past life.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

I think I’ve mentioned our cat door, haven’t I? There’s no more certain indicator that spring is sprung than the sudden annual influx of critters – the undomesticated kind – through the small, humble flap that separates our kitchen from our backyard.

My girls are giddy, y’all.

         The temperatures have reached a steady warmth and, despite the pollen dusted sidewalks and porch swings, we’ve finally felt safe enough to put up those bulky winter sweaters and pull out our pretty, flowy and fresh outfits for spring.