I’m not here to blow sunshine up your ass. My words will not be sugarcoated.
Because staying positive isn’t easy after a decade of lost lives and careers and paychecks and identities. Overlaid with a relentless pandemic and the fading fragments of human kindness, my half-full glass is as depleted as the desert’s water supply.
So, no: I’m not here to recycle cringey Oprah-memes. I’m not here to write the perfect paragraph.
I’m here to keep it real.
Welcome to the disorganized life of a writer. Welcome to the random microbursts of joy and sorrow.
Welcome to the micro mashup.