In an alternate universe, I don’t sit behind a screen writing about a wild, mischievous rescue pup named Sauli. No, in that world, I am the pup. Yep, four paws, high energy, and no concept of personal boundaries. In that version of reality, I’m not chasing deadlines—I’m chasing squirrels. I don’t juggle meetings—I’m juggling chewContinueContinue reading “Alternate Universe? Let Me Tell You About Mine…”
