Relay For Life

Wild Relay Speculation ❖ Field Dispatch ❖ By Your Correspondent, Who Left Her Bucket At Home, As Promised

Love, as a concept, does not make me swoon. It makes me reach for my vomit bucket with the urgency of someone spotting a wall painted aggressively pink. Not because I am some tragic, hollow shell of a human (though I am sure the panel of imaginary judges is still reviewing that claim), but because…