I’m just not a naturally enthusiastic exerciser.
I struggle to reconcile how anyone in the know could vote for Trump again.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I’ve waited long enough for my town to diversify. I’m heading to Costco to shop for more.
My options for ordering take out dwindle as terrible customer service strikes again. I refuse to spend good money on bad experiences.
Freedom is like love: just because more people have it, doesn’t mean there is less for others.
The line between news and opinion is so blurred anymore.
There’s the reality and then there’s my neighbor’s perspective.
My run in with poison ivy reminds me of what else is lurking out in the world. I respect life, and that’s why I’m staying home.
The chant I learned in middle school has found new purpose.