Cracked…
Swab the decks.
Not much makes sense these days. One conundrum is who takes a pocketbook to a protest or marches in heels?!
This man comes out swinging every single day. He never breaks even.
Queen E. has been perched on my shoulder and pirouetting through my thoughts frequently during my quarantine.
I am feeling disheartened. Tears come easily.
Fishing for a dynamic easy, inexpensive meal? Now that I have you hooked, let’s start cookin’.
And I’ll Cry If I Want to… Happy Birthday to me. Dreaming about where I should be. This is not how I thought I would spend my once a […]