I swore I was destined to be alone. I watched my mother get married to the same man with a different face four times and each marriage ended in disaster.
“Pizza” is probably not the first word that comes to mind when recalling the recent pandemic and its profound effects on the state of a family’s mental health.
I sat in my writing room with my headphones on in hopes of drowning out the sounds of everyone’s Zoom meetings. I was miserable from all our family togetherness.