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. . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
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, . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .