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.
Watching this pandemic unfold is stressful. But I cannot look away.
When push comes to shove, as a mom, I have to stand strong.