If this sounds familiar, you’re right. I published it back in May, but thought I’d re-post today. Libby’s story of how she spent the morning of September 11 is very nearly my story. Again, writing what I know. Continue reading Friday Field Trip: City Cafe’ & Bakery
Six weeks of no aesthetic services has made me realize just how high-maintenance I have become. Sure, I miss my … Continue reading Quarantine Diary 6: Five things, vanity edition
TP and surgical masks immediately come to mind. But intangibles, like social interaction and companionship, are in critically short supply … Continue reading Quarantine Diary 4: You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone
