A raw, honest reflection on processing Trump’s re-election, finding hope through authentic resistance, and choosing defiant joy in the face of political despair.
This is my reminder that I can just be. I don’t need to turn everything into a hustle. I don’t even want to turn everything into a hustle.
I used to think that if I could just be paid to read books, watch movies, and listen to music, I would be happy. Get paid for what you love, right? WRONG.
Y’all. Nothing like staring down the barrel of multiple writing deadlines to make all my words go POOF! and the only words that come out are ridiculous and…
This is the third post in a series of blog posts sponsored by Comcast and can also be seen here. All opinions are mine and mine alone. I forgot what…
This post is part of my #ordinarystories project. Check out the other participants at the end of the post. Prompt 1: What’s the most memorable thing that happened…
I know. It’s been a long minute. Quite frankly, I’m not even sure I know how to write anything that is not work related but no time like…
Author’s Note: This post has ample use of the F-word and if that offends your sensibilities, it’s best to skip this in its entirety. Here’s the obscenity free…
Friends, I have not been in a good place. I have been tempted to open the front door, walk out of it, and then just keep walking. Except…