Normally on Shrove Tuesday, my husband and I would be excited to head to church for the annual Pancake Supper.
This year, we’re in a new town, and I’m attending a new church. There won’t be pancakes–my husband’s favorite food–and the already frigid temperature will be dropping into the teens.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I loathe winter. I grew up in Massachusetts, and I was the kids that hated sledding and hot chocolate. I loved the few months of summer with heat and long days, which is why I moved South. Continue reading