Here’s the thing about Rhode Islanders, we have our own accent. It’s not quite Boston and it’s not quite Long Island…it’s somewhere in between. It’s not “Pahk the Cah At Hahvad Yahd” around here. I really try to speak correctly but I slip sometimes, usually depending on who I was just speaking with. I kind of pick… Continue reading Living in RI: Sometimes I Worry
The anxiety is killing me. Thank you to Boston’s finest for doing an amazing job so far. Stay safe and get the other bastard. To all my friends out there in our little beantown, stay safe.
There is only so much I can take. I can’t even go on Facebook. Instead of scrolling through pictures of horror, sadness, loss, gore, and conspiracy theories, I’m scrolling through pictures of my family tonight. Pictures of the precious moments and holding on to them tight. I’m watching my little ones sleep. Because, you never… Continue reading Nearly Wordless Wednesday – Holding On
