Easter hurt this year. At least it did for me. Maybe it was because life is feeling a little too apocalyptic in the times of Covid-19. Maybe it was because Brad was sleeping in to recover from nightshift work he has added to his schedule for the hospital where he…
I Am an Un-Shelled Pistachio
Life is like a bag of roasted pistachios, as I like to say. Or at least, that’s what I’m starting to say now. I see myself as having that smooth outer shell; I tend to be a people pleaser in order to keep things going smoothly; I like…