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.
communicating
dr. who
My journey to wellness hit a bump. When I should have been rejoicing, I was terrified.
talk to me
My options for ordering take out dwindle as terrible customer service strikes again. I refuse to spend good money on bad experiences.
a clockwork orange
Watching this pandemic unfold is stressful. But I cannot look away.
words will never hurt me
I believe in words. I believe that words have meaning. Not just implied or assumed, but actual standardized definitions. Imagine
the purpose of a man is to love a woman
Women reclaim their voices with #MeToo, and men need to learn to respect the power of women.
where have all the good people gone
Customer service is a dying art. And I’m in mourning.
on being social
Without social media I wouldn’t know where/how many people live. I wouldn’t envy their picture perfect vacations and creative home
begin again
I love words. I’m a fan of the English language. It has so many rules and then those rules are