My dog is an asshole. Everyone says so, and I have to admit that when considered objectively, they’re right.
I love lists and take ridiculous satisfaction in crossing things off and getting that rush of accomplishment. Unfortunately, the most important things I need to do to get through some of my days can never be crossed off.
May is supposed to be a great time of year for teachers, right? It’s almost summer! Think again. May is arguably the worst time of the year for teachers! Find out why:
Flash Fiction First Place Winner in Wingless Dreamer 2019 Writing Contest:
I’ve been through the fire, and it’s no joke.
I was only twenty-five when my dad died, but his loss is with me every moment, even now, years and years later. I’m glad to have it with me.
Sometimes beauty comes to you.