The alarm clock—my absolute nemesis—rings at 6:30 a.m. I snooze it. Then I snooze it again. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a perfectly planned Eastvale morning turns into a…
Welcome back to Stories From Tina. I was sitting on the couch this morning, Daisy curled up next to me doing that weird, raspy little dog snore she does, and…
Hey friends, it’s Tina. I’m currently writing this while sitting on my sofa, wearing a hoodie that has a mysterious stain on the sleeve (is it salsa? coffee? at this…