Sometimes I love nearly everything about life. A few examples from yesterday: The wrinkles on my dad’s head that can clearly be seen through his wispy white-red hair The absurd five-alarm-fire sound of the telephone
Somehow, it’s almost the end of fall. Or at least the end of the three-month block I labeled as fall. There were more than a few things on my original Fall List that fell to
Penn Station at 8:30am on a weekday is a little bit like a mall on Black Friday. Not even a mall. It’s like Walmart at midnight on Black Friday back in the Tickle Me Elmo
At the start of every week, I plan to run three times. And at the end of every week, I have usually run less than one time. Sometimes once; twice if I’m on a real
When I first started taking the train to NYC for work every week, I’d stuff all of my belongings in my everyday purse. It’s a slightly larger bag, though not of the used-to-be-trendy oversized variety.
My mom and I cruised through the new season of The Great British Baking Show over the weekend. This was mostly due to the fact that I finally restored their Netflix connection while I was
Jenny and I went to a lantern festival on Sunday night, and it was both out-of-this-world beautiful and exactly like real life. When we arrived and picked up our lanterns, we received: 1) a paper
Nearly 12 weeks ago, I set out to document 100 Days of Summer. Daily highlights were compiled in a list and photos were added to a (now giant and needs-to-be-updated) Instagram Story in an effort
August and September are… full. I saw a meme awhile ago that said, “Being an adult is saying, ‘I think things will slow down in a week or two!’ over and over again until you
Jenny and I played a lot of ping pong in Green Bay. This is not a typical recreational activity for either of us, nor is it something we’ve done all that much in trips past.