I’ve always wanted to be in a movie (former theater geek/aspiring actress), and going to the hospital for a drive-thru COVID-19 test felt like it was straight out of a pandemic thriller. It felt cold and sterile. As it should.
Guilt is the virus that attacks stay at home parents, work at home parents, and working parents. Guilt is the virus that already lurks in my home, and now Coronavirus is threatening my safe bubble too.
My dad flooded my world with alternatives to the norm. Showing me the kind of person I want to be and setting the bar high for the kind of man I’d want to be with
Friends and family asked me repeatedly to justify why I would fly across the country for a Tinder date. My pat answer was that the trip was for me, not for a guy.