Autumn 2016 ripped my heart out like a ravenous Dracula. November 9th in particular.
BTW - I promise this story has a happy ending. Supernatural advantages aside, a pale old white dude that can be undone with aioli, ain’t that powerful.
March has been crazy.
One unbelievable surprise after another, to the point where I’m now half expecting a Lisa Frank style unicorn to show up at my front door to deliver the world’s most perfect pineapple upside down cake, and a basket of puppies.
Let’s rewind for a quick minute though. Warning: it gets a little dark, but I promise to bring you back.
Just over a couple years ago, my father begged and pleaded with me to take some time off. One full month was his suggestion. …