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
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
I started campaigning to go to public school near the end of 8th grade. Like almost every major decision I’ve ever made, I spent an impressive amount of time waffling between pros and cons, ultimately
Last week, Jenny used a gift card to buy a hanging chair for her room. This has been a years-long dream. She did all the things to make it happen—things with studs and joists and
Amidst not jumping on the January Crazy Train and having a mantra, not a list of resolutions, for 2019, I still had a handful of smaller goals I wanted to accomplish this month. One of
It’s the middle of January and I’m in the waiting place. You know the place? It’s the one where you are floating on a single stepping stone and you can’t confidently plan your next move