Getting Back to Me

2020 has been a shit show. I don’t need to tell anyone that. For some of us, that means we’ve cocooned inward and taken even better care of ourselves; for others of us, it means barely surviving, eating too much comfort food, and drinking a lot of wine. Whichever camp you fall into, sending big…

Happily Mental

I am sitting in a lovely Italian bistro- a glass of Argentinian Malbec at hand (hey I am in South America- of course, the wine is South American even if the food is Italian!) with my laptop open, writing. This alone feels like a miracle.  I haven’t written anything outside of work stuff (and even…