Well, I took a vacation because I’d not done anything for myself since my mom died. My dad had a bit of a hesitance when I said “I’m going to Seattle for a week!” because he doesn’t understand planes and hasn’t been on one. He said he’d be praying that the plane would be fine […]
I had all kinds of hopes for February. It was supposed to be my month of writing, exercise and a trip to San Francisco. But then.
I can make soup, but it’s not one of those things I can throw together without wringing my hands and worrying it’ll all come out tasteless and … let me explain.