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
Somehow, it’s been three months since I started a new full-time role in which I commute into NYC once a week. And I’ve learned a thing or two: There is no feeling quite like the
Hello and welcome to another episode of Good Things! In today’s episode, we combine last month’s non-existent post with this month’s “I’m writing this in an hour on the train” post. Three cheers for brevity!