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!
When I lived in Rochester, I was coached on how to order my first (and only) garbage plate from Nick Tahou’s. For the unfamiliar, a garbage plate is a legendary combo of mayonnaise-based salad, grease-based
I spent last week in New York with my parents after my mom had surgery to remove a benign mass from her colon, and also that whole portion of her colon, and then had a
Tuesdays are now train days. In this new life, I take the first train out of Harrisburg at 5am on Tuesday mornings. I regret this decision when my alarm goes off at 4am in the
February? When was February? I know it’s cliche to say that a month flew by, but this one actually did. I would say something more profound about that but I’m going to level with you