Summer has quietly slipped out of my grip somehow and the other day, I had a fleeting thought about fall: about boots and hot chocolate and umbrella...
"You can’t go back,” Matt said to me while we were enjoying what could quite possibly be one of our few last evenings out just the two of us bef...
When I studied abroad in Italy as a junior in college, I diligently maintained a journal. It was a leather-bound notebook that I’d gotten as a g...
There are few things better in life than a hot summer day, a cold dip in an ocean/lake/pool, a run through the sprinklers, a bowl full of watermel...