I thought it would hurt more.
Sometimes there might as well be writing on the wall....
Seven days out my anxiety kicked into overdrive and I toyed with cancelling altogether.
It just so happens that of all the foods I prepare for dinner, I hate making salads the most.
I don’t need a village to help raise my kids, I need a traffic cop.
Serious food for thought, but let's start with something easy: eat more donuts.
Random Thought #1: Meet Strawberry Boy
Let’s get one thing straight: I am no political activist.
"Knowing I am capable of such bad behavior is appalling, to say the least, but I let it linger."
"I try to envision this working and feel exhausted."
"Am I doomed to ride the rails of my little track—circling round and round and round again—until the day I finally die?"
"...may your life be forever altered."
“Learn to live well not in spite of death, but because of it.”
"Always remember to pause..."
"I wish it were sexier..."
Sheepish revelations about my (former) social media phobia.