Oh mamacita Hart Beat, it is freezing in New York this week. I had to make quite an effort to get out of bed and into the world today. As much as I can aggressively love the winter by admiring the beautiful snow and seasonal apparel, it’s not the greatest time of year for me. Once the sun disappears and I’m left with cold dark skies my mood plummets. Drastically. So, it is my goal to keep writing to you this winter Hart Beat, even if it means less often and with less spunk. Oh winter, my foul friend, this one’s for you.