Taxing Poetic

What I was prepared for was preparing my taxes. AΒ pile of paperwork sat close at hand. An empty spreadsheet awaited the figures of another year gone by. What I wasn’t prepared for was an existential crisis. It’s no coincidence that Shirley, my incredible grandma-in-law, died nearly a year ago. ItΒ was a year after I started … More Taxing Poetic