A letter to a friend:   Dear Echinacea, I’m writing to say I’m sorry. OK? I’m sorry! I’m begging you please. I’m on my knees and I’m asking you to forgive me.   I have said mean things about you. Well, not you, actually….  You understand that, right? I’ve always liked you. I wasn’t saying those things about you, yourself. I didn’t mean it to be … Continue reading Dear Echinacea…