February is the cruelest month. The snow has been unrelenting; when it hasn’t been snowing, the cold has been frightening. The early morning walks to the school bus stop, once one of the best parts of the day, have become forays outside that I don’t look forward to anymore because of the inevitable frostnip I will have on my extremities and face when I return. We slip and fall on the ice-covered sidewalks. I shovel again and again. This February, the world seems more tumultuous than usual...
