Questioning our sanity, on days that end in Y, has become a habit many I guess now engage in, testing the waters, reading the news, trends on Twitter, and shake our head and sigh. I escape, go to my sanctuary, my shelter from the plague outside my door, of the virus kind, and the hatred and stressed out about to snap at any minute kind. … Continue reading Hell Hath No Fury Like A Karen Told To Wear A Freakin’ Mask