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.
Let’s talk about the last day of vacation. It always strikes me as a little bit bananas and Twilight Zone-y that the second you step back into life at home, the magic of vacation starts
While Olive (Jenny’s dog/the house dog/the It Takes A Village community dog) may lack the ability to have anything resembling an “indoor voice,” she does not lack for personality. Currently, her most endearing quirk is
Preface: Between a few extra busy work weeks and planning for vacation to Green Bay next week, I felt like I didn’t have anything substantial to share today. But I’m on a 4-week streak of
Summers in Pennsylvania were the highlight of my year as a kid. Every summer, my mom and I would drive down from New York and spend a week visiting her side of the family in
Let’s take a break from Life Defining Questions and talk about summer, shall we? Half because I’m very much in love with summer and half because I’m a bit of a hot mess express right
When I was a kid, I had white-hot, over-the-top passion for The Lion King trading cards from McDonald’s (this one was my favorite). And stickers—especially the fuzzy kind—collected in a keepsake book. And Pringles (plain).
I’ve become pretty terrible at making decisions. It’s not that I make “bad decisions”—in either the classic definition or the one that stems from 90s-era church camps. It’s that I almost never choose anything wholeheartedly.
A croissant tried to convince me to move to NYC this morning. Listen. I love croissants. I loved croissants when I was a kid using the edge of a spoon to pop them out of