
A Bittersweet Farewell to the Scrapbook Supplies
When I was in my 20s, I was REALLY into scrapbooking. This was back in the early 2000s, before the days of Facebook and Instagram,
When I was in my 20s, I was REALLY into scrapbooking. This was back in the early 2000s, before the days of Facebook and Instagram,
This photo of a shattered dinner plate in my sink … this is anger. Last week, Sophie and I got into an argument that left
Sometimes a writing idea will come to me in minutes and I’ll feverishly draft the entire thing in the Notes app of my phone. Other
Other than my college dormitory rooms, I never lived alone; by myself. And one could argue that despite the fact I had my own dorm
I have not publicly shared a lot about my mental health. Mainly because it’s very personal and being that open and vulnerable scares me. I
I haven’t written about COVID-19, social distancing and quarantine life here on this blog yet. Although I have written some “micro-blog” posts on my Instagram
Endurance noun: the fact or power of enduring an unpleasant or difficult process or situation without giving way adjective: denoting or relating to a race
I turned 44 years old yesterday. When I turned 39, I wrote a blog post that included 39 things about myself. I decided to take
It probably comes as no surprise to any regular reader of this blog that I love the season of autumn. Leaves changing colors and falling