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.
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.