On Mother’s Day, I decided to spend my time with a friend. My friend James is one of those people who always knows something exciting going on. He has...
I have been gluten free, except for the breaded fry incident back in December, for about four months. Before you groan and stop reading because you...
Growing up in the 90’s, the concept of “Stranger Danger” was drilled into my head. I remember my school making us watch disturbing videos about ominous...
So you made it through the polar vortex of 2019. Me too! I had a lot of time to think during those bitter cold days and I thought a lot about my values...
I want to tell you about the magical world of the Internet. I often ponder its utility when I read about viral challenges that ultimately yield the next...
Parents have a way of making anything seem unappealing. They do it by saying you have to do it. There is a burning rebellion within you that fights this.
I made a list of all sides of Milwaukee I wanted to enjoy before drifting away from the Midwest and the tea service at The Pfister was at the top.
There is one thing I hate more than winter: shitty mugs. I’m a mug snob. I’m not ashamed to admit that. As a young(ish) person who recently breached year 30, born and raised in the Midwest, appropriate dishware for combating the winter blues is paramount.