… and your enemies closer. Amiright, Heidi Cruz? Because one of your “Lovelies” SOLD YOU OUT this week, prompting women nationwide to make sure their group texts are locked down like last March. My own most active group chat is floating the idea of an NDA. We know stuff, and we’ve got the receipts. But seriously, can we talk about the group chats for a sec? Because mine give me life, on the daily. Whether it’s a meme or a tweet that pops up, or your work friend texting you on

“Here’s wishing all the days ahead won’t be as bitter as the ones behind you. Be an optimist instead, and someday happiness will find you. Forget what happened yesterday, I know that better things are on the way.” Dar Williams covered this song (originally by the Kinks) and when Rep. Raskin invoked her name - my Patron Saint of Gen X young adult angst - I was compelled to spend a few hours dancing down memory lane in my kitchen, revisiting the great musical influences on my l

Before the snow started falling early this morning, you could see the daffodils were starting to shoot up — a sign of hope if there ever was one. There are signs of hope everywhere if you look for them - in people’s parents getting vaccinated, healthcare workers getting vaccinated. Earlier this week, we hit a big milestone — in one day, 2.1 million Americans received a vaccine. Soon, so many teachers in our area will be vaccinated. Soon, the days will get longer. Soon, there

SNOW! Because being trapped in the house didn’t feel trappy enough, let Mother Nature plant 6” or more (who knows???) outside of our doors, just in time for the Groundhog to tell us it’s going to be six more weeks of winter. I am not sure you realized, but six more weeks puts us squarely into the middle of march and we’ll all mark a full year of the COVID crisis. First of all, FREAKING AMAZING. Great job everyone. Brilliant. Your entire routine got completely upended and you