Have you ever sat down to think about what your first memories are? Especially your very first memory?
June was a weird month in an already weird year. Let’s talk about the June Tap Out.
Day 59 of quarantine. I’m reflecting on life in quarantine to day and how I’m coping with quarantining alone.
As a writer, they tell you to have an outline. But I’ve learned there’s a lot of freedom in living without an outline – in writing and in life.
Self-quarantine feels like a great time to share a “if we were having coffee” post with you all. Tell me what’s up on your end!