I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it
I will survive, keep on survivin’
Clearly, Beyonce and her clique had me in mind when they churned out that roaring anthem. Women everywhere frayed their dresses and frolicked on the beach while pumping their fists in the air aggressively surviving. That’s how I felt at the bottom of the weekend. Something profound happened to me. I learned that I could live without Continue reading