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 so I learned the magic that was snowfall forecast might equal snow day. I went to bed knowing there was an 80% chance of . . .
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 custom auto paint shop, and before that, what I'm 98% sure was a chop shop. I've always liked this building, though, because . . .
Behold, another glorious day in the land of social media. And I love it so, so much. Starbucks, you've damned-near broken the internet with your magical looking, questionably tasting, limited-time-only Unicorn Frappuccino. I'm not quite sure there's a better form of entertainment out there for me . . .
I'm going to tell you a complicated little love story: I like to drive up Point Mountain and take photos from various overlooks when I visit the homeland in Webster County, WV. Late December 2016, I did just that, and took the chance to reflect as this country prepared for a drastic shift into . . .
An overly dramatic title, I know, but it's true: Lilly Pulitzer has inspired me to live brighter, happier, and fully embrace the wildly inappropriate, unpredictable and colorful person that I am, especially during the gray and brown, frigid season that is winter in Albany, N.Y. My writing is gettin' . . .
I've been around the blogging block a couple of successful times, and in between those times - long months dedicated to figuring out what the hell is happening with who I am becoming and want to be, what I want to share, how, and whatever else, it's hard to put life into words -- much less publish . . .
An important part of this post is that I haven't thrown up since 1997, which explains a lot. The story of a dad's frantic texts to his wife during their toddler's barfing episode in the car has quickly gone viral, and honestly, the story has served as a form of psychological treatment for me. . . .