1. It is February first today, Imbolc if you’re a Celt, and that means we’re at the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. January won the award for Worst Month Of All Time, so I’m happy to see some forward motion.

2. I’m still reading about other people’s experiences of grief, because that’s what you do when you don’t know about something–you read up on it. This description of the “grief ball” hitting the “pain button” seems accurate and, ultimately, hopeful.

3. My mom would have been all over this: A brief history of American designer Claire McCardell. (She included pockets in everything!)