Dear Diary, Something funny (and also kind of crazy) happened at work today. I was just having a normal afternoon. We were all laughing and

Dear Diary, This morning, I stepped outside in a dreamy attempt to embrace nature—you know, birds chirping, dew on the grass, that whole Pi

My House — it’s small, charming, and actually mine. I own it. Me, and my husband. Whole adults with a REAL mortgage. But every time I...