An incompetent tattooist at A Stroke of Genius Boca Raton ruins my forearm sleeve and why I joined #365Grateful.
I *heart* my Schmoopie.
From The Big Apple to Boca Raton, my mother learns firsthand about the reality of my unfortunate current suburban existence.
As Americans are being systematically stripped of human rights, on a more personal note I find myself stripped of my familiar European life while living in the suburbs.
It’s not just driving while brown, or flying while brown we have to worry about now. Good job, America.