I’ve caught myself muttering aloud, to no one anywhere within earshot. Initially alarmed by my new ‘old’ thing, I’ve grown to love these spirited conversations with the woman I’ve become.…
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…
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…
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