There is a specific kind of magic in early May. We are suspended in that sweet spot between the frantic rush of spring activities and the slow, hazy heat of summer. This Sunday, May 3, feels like the perfect day to take a collective breath.

​If your house looks anything like mine right now, there’s likely a precarious pile of light jackets by the door and a half-finished craft project on the kitchen table. It’s messy, it’s loud, and it’s exactly where we’re supposed to be.

Happy May 3rd, everyone. Let’s make it a gentle one.