Leah was getting burned out. She didn’t know if she could continue at this pace. The solutions were more draining than the problem. Leah had a troubled past. Having been abused by her father, rejected and used by other men,…
Confessions of a dysfunctional decorator
With apologies to all self-help movements, my name is Mike, and I am a dysfunctional decorator. When it comes to wall colors, any shade of blue works for me. Left to my own devices, I would paint all the walls…