After seven years without a Valentine, one could say I’ve become somewhat of an expert at riding solo in Sacramento on a day that’s typically reserved for couples (le sigh). … [Read more...]
Life’s Lessons: Learning to love myself
When I was younger I absolutely loathed the mole you see there on my left temple, equating its size and prominence to that of Mount Rushmore, only instead of a hillside, it was occupying a large portion of real estate just south of my forehead. This is clearly an exaggeration, … [Read more...]