This past weekend, Matt and I took a little road trip to the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs (more on that later). I took the day off from work on Frida...
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...
Back when my grandmother's Alzheimer's was in its early stages, she called my grandfather and asked him to pick her up. When he asked her where, she...
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Ten years. That's how long it's been since I stepped out of high school for the very last time. This past weekend, I dragged, err, took, Matt to m...
I was hoping to do a little experiment: to write in the third person. But each time I tried, it felt entirely unnatural. I've always had trouble w...
Before I met Matt, coffee was just coffee. I could certainly distinguish bad coffee (what my parents call 'from the barrel') from very good coffee...
Live music, po' boys, crawfish, daiquiris, Abita beer, and Sazeracs. If you don't manage to fit all of these in when you visit New Orleans, you're...
