The Pursuit of Happiness
As I lounge on my beach chair, sangria in one hand, paperback in the other, a line jumps out at me. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how happy…
We Wish You A Merry Crisis and a Happy New Fear!
Shakespeare said a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. 2021 (2020’s ugly step-sister) looked like a dandelion and smelled like weed. As we bid adieu to yet…
How We Survived The Zombie Apocalypse
When I find myself in times of trouble, wine and camembert comfort me, slurring words of wisdom, let it brie.... How did a 3 day weekend morph into 10 days…
