Jan 30, 2024
I keep saying the same thing. Why can’t I just write about pizza and shrubbery? Sometimes I do. Other times, this just oozes out of me.
I keep saying the same thing. Why can’t I just write about pizza and shrubbery? Sometimes I do. Other times, this just oozes out of me.
A cranky romantic searching for hope and humor. I tell stories. Most of them are true. I’m not at all interested in your outrage, but I do feel your pain.