It’s that time of year again. The season of angst.
Retiring from one role after 20 years to begin another.
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.
My journey to wellness hit a bump. When I should have been rejoicing, I was terrified.
It seems like we will never get out of this pandemic life, thanks to people who simply refuse to live in reality.
Non-medical people making medical decisions during a global pandemic is ridiculous.
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.
I’m just not a naturally enthusiastic exerciser.