If WWII was Satan’s wet dream, then 2020 is the mattress he sleeps on.
Having been let go from my job thanks to COVID-19, I’ve been actively pursuing my dream of having a career in journalism. One thing I’m learning is that not every piece I write will be published, and that’s okay. The main thing is to keep the fingers pecking away. That may be a pun forContinue reading “Unpublished Piece: Birds of All Kinds of Feathers”