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.
Today I present to the world my greatest masterpiece.
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
My options for ordering take out dwindle as terrible customer service strikes again. I refuse to spend good money on bad experiences.
The line between news and opinion is so blurred anymore.
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.