There’s a painting in the attic… An expensive portrait of my first marriage. It once hung proudly in the gallery of my mind. A mixture of...

I gazed at my computer as misconstrued thoughts and sentences clouded my mind. On May 27th, I was halfway done with my monthly blog post...

Day 35 of quarantine. My tired bones awakened to another Saturday morning in quarantine. “I’M NOT DOING IT AGAIN,” my thoughts screamed...