It’s that time of year again. The season of angst.
I realize that my summer is much like my winter. Except for the occasional swim.
It took a year for me to understand what a black artist was trying to convey. I’m so glad I didn’t give up trying to figure it out.
If only I could go back in time and respond differently when my adrenaline was pumping…
I’ve begun a journey toward wellness. It was time to break up with my inner fat girl.
It seems like we will never get out of this pandemic life, thanks to people who simply refuse to live in reality.
Cancer is about to shape the family narrative.
I’m not a fan of jerks.
I want to be safe when riding my bicycle. I wish everyone around me had that same goal in mind.
Today I present to the world my greatest masterpiece.