About Us
A reluctant coming-of-age story about humidity, barometric pressure, and the slow transformation into my father.
A plea for mercy from a woman who has 847 unread messages, three of which are actually important, and one of which is a photo of a sandwich.
What began as a quest for literary enrichment has devolved into me dissecting the marital problems of strangers who don't read the book.
I asked my spatula if it sparked joy, and it responded by sparking an electrical outlet.
While I spend my evenings watching reruns, the golden retriever next door is attending puppy yoga and hosting playdates.
Sunday's ambitious cooking spree has resulted in a week of eating the same sad chicken and a deep sense of regret.
I have been paying for a gym I have visited twice, and the guilt is starting to outweigh the cost.