There are some things that cannot be explained. Like a heart stopping only to revive itself moments later. Like certain individuals never catching a break. Like why two people who may not be right for each other in the slightest fall in love.
It’s the guessing — trying to fill…
It started right around the time my great grandma died. I barely remember her, but my mom says she was kind, and her husband — my great grandpa Ernest — worked as a sous-chef at a famous restaurant in NYC called The 21 Club. He used to make these elaborate…
Recent college grad. Forever writer. Previously at Good Housekeeping. https://www.sambrodsky.net
