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 just not a naturally enthusiastic exerciser.
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.
We all need to practice self-care during this bizarre time of life.
We can only control ourselves.
The simple act of grocery shopping has now become an anxiety riddled event.
I draw strength from my family’s history and the memes floating around comparing what people had to do during WWII to what we’re being asked to do during this pandemic.
Watching this pandemic unfold is stressful. But I cannot look away.