It's cold out. The sky: gray. The air: crisp. The leaves: moribund. Don't get me wrong. I love fall just as much as any other basic white girl. In fact, I'm sipping on a spiced latte as I type this. See? But I get anxious as autumn rolls around--not because of the ten months of …
Kind of. Some of you, especially those following me on Facebook and Instagram, may have noticed a shift in It's Only A Bruise content over the past couple months. My plan was to wait to formally draw attention to it, but something happened today that made me want to do it sooner. More on that in a …
