There comes a time in every adult’s life when you must face the reckoning.
No, not tax season.
Not even your annual physical.
I’m talking about… The Closet Clean-Out.
There comes a time in every adult’s life when you must face the reckoning.
No, not tax season.
Not even your annual physical.
I’m talking about… The Closet Clean-Out.
Why does everything — and I mean everything — have to turn political?
You could post a picture of a pancake and someone will accuse the syrup of being too liberal. Or conservative. Or French. Whatever side they’re on, you’ve clearly betrayed it by enjoying breakfast in peace.
There is no safe space.
Summer is slipping. Like sand in a cracked pail. If you blink, it’ll be pumpkin spice season and people will wear flannel like they’re headed to chop wood, even though they live in a condo with radiant floor heating.