My Dear Spring Flingers and Flunkers: Just when you feel you’ve made it through winter’s gray, emotionally underlit Motel 6 room with faulty plumbing and no WiFi, along comes spring, kicking down the door with blooming blossoms and the overconfidence that you’ll feel better immediately. The sun creeps its way through your windows like a cheery guest who doesn’t know when to leave. Birds twitter at your window, daring you to come outside. Don’t tempt me, blue jay, unless you’re willing to part with some feathers. I hear avian chic will be big this fall. The world rebrands itself in pastels as if sponsored by a macaron. Everywhere you go, people are smiling, jogging, and planting flowers like they have something to prove to Saint Martha Stewart of Bedford Farm. What about you? You’re tired. You’re puffy. You’re pissed off. You’ve sneezed twenty times in a row and blown your nose so much you briefly saw God, who looked a lot like Ryan Gosling. You are experiencing what I...
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