I didn't want to write about jealousy. I would have preferred to write about something easier and less bothersome, like judgment or jokes...

The first informal invitation doesn't start with an I. Although one could argue it starts with I, as in me. It's a reach. I'm a reacher....

Somewhere along the way, despite my proclivity towards skepticism about most things, I became the kind of gal who fell in with tarot...