#14 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE CRAF...

Still sprawled out on the floor where the back gods left me, I start scrolling through the group. To my horror, as I continue to scroll for what feels like...

#13 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE CRAF...

A month later, in another fit of PMDD hopelessness, I impulsively close down the shop to work from home. By now, my custom furniture requests are enough to keep me...

#12 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE FLUSH

Months have passed and it’s a typical work day and I am driving home from the shop. The afternoon traffic is a symphony of various horns, revving engines, and hums...

#11 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE STOR...

4 weeks later After countless hours of preparation, I open my shop close to the beach and affectionately name it Treasures by the Sea. Nestled less than a mile from...

#10 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE FIB

On the drive home, my tears seem to have dried up, their salty film, still streaking my face. When I get home, I tell Jose about my seaside dream and...

#9 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE MEETI...

Obsessed with the up-cycling process, I soon begin skipping lunch at work to go thrifting instead, to find more things to paint. The obsession intensifies. The more I painted; the...