I don’t drink alcohol. GASP. It’s not a religious thing, it’s not a moral thing, it’s not anything but, like, I just don’t drink the stuff. I’ve never really drank it. . . .
In 2007, I flew from Columbus to New York City —- my first time visiting the Big Apple, and what I figured would probably be my last time. Or, maybe, I’d visit the city again . . .
It's a deep freeze around here, folks. When the work week ended with atrocious weather conditions and my favorite meteorologists reported an equally . . .
"I've gotta do this without my hot tea." - Mariah Carey I'm up past midnight without the aid of an afternoon or evening nap, so I suppose it's only fair to share my goals for . . .
It was Small Business Saturday 2017, I had a few hours to kill all by my lonesome, and had finally settled the ongoing battle in my brain about what to buy my mom for . . .
When I was a kid, I was a Weather Channel addict — back in the days of white text on a blue screen with Kenny G. playing along with the forecast. My dad watched TWC often, and . . .
At the main entrance of my street rests a somewhat disheveled building that has served as a place of business for everything from a tool rental store to a window tinting and . . .