Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

My hand still smarted, but I had wrapped a bit of tan adhesive tape around the fingertip to keep the split from catching.

I walked past the cosmetic aisle to the back shelf, searching for anything that promised to put some moisture back into my skin.

The small blue glass water bottle I kept in my purse clinked against the shelves as I reached for a bottle continue reading …