I used to be a really picky eater when I was growing up. I liked spinach (which is weird, I know, for a picky eater), mac & cheese (homemade, not a box), pork chops, and pretty much anything that had lots of sugar. That was about it. My tastes broadened as I grew up, but I still leaned heavily toward a fondness for cake and pie and all things chocolate, and when I was feeling especially low – banana splits. Eventually my body reached a point of sugar overload and told me, Quit it, will you?! I decided it was best to listen.
Another thing about me, is that in times of stress and fatigue, I feel like crying.
I’ve been really busy of late. I’m revising a novel that has been a labor of love, but consumes a lot of my time. I’m also co-director of an annual…
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