Some Helpful Wisdom for Those Who Hate Asking for Help
I rarely ask for help.
And by rare, I mean raw steak rare.
Butchered and bleeding. Cut open and oozing red. That’s […]
I rarely ask for help.
And by rare, I mean raw steak rare.
Butchered and bleeding. Cut open and oozing red. That’s […]
I like puzzles.
I always have.
There’s something therapeutic about the monotonous task of matching up small bits of cardboard to create […]
I grew up in a church pew.
Second row. Right side. Next to my mother in a lilac floral dress.
I sat […]
I’m a sucker for Moby Dick.
An enthusiast, devotee, zealot, addict.
Whatever name you want to call it. In fact, I keep […]