If WWII was Satan’s wet dream, then 2020 is the mattress he sleeps on.
This past Fourth of July started off as normal as could expected for the year of 2020. Except it turned into a nightmare that my therapist strongly urged me to write down. Sarabeth assured me it would help, and a friend said it would be like purging. I want to get past this. Forgive me for anyContinue reading “Horror of July: Part 1”
Having been let go from my job thanks to COVID-19, I’ve been actively pursuing my dream of having a career in journalism. One thing I’m learning is that not every piece I write will be published, and that’s okay. The main thing is to keep the fingers pecking away. That may be a pun forContinue reading “Unpublished Piece: Birds of All Kinds of Feathers”