What will it be like? His questions never cease, and I’m running out of different ways to answer him.
Your handwriting is surprisingly elegant and neat, even though your note is written almost obscenely tinily. Your note’s message, however, is unsurprisingly direct. I take comfort in that.
I used to imagine myself as a world traveler.
Nothing makes me happier than getting behind the wheel, cranking up the radio, and belting out some Queen and Whitney Houston.
It’s the last day of our Pacific Northwest road trip, and — if I’m completely honest with myself — I’m just ready to cross the Oregon-California border as soon as possible and get home.
Preface: those who know me well know that breakfast foods are undeniably my absolute favorites.
As our road trip comes to a close, these parts comprise our perfect final act…
From high above, close to the heavens, / I look down on the cement labyrinth…
On Wednesday, April 13th, we put on our tourists’ hats and decided to pack in quite a bit of sightseeing.
Caramelized sugar and mountains of cream — / Perfect ingredients for the dessert of one’s dream.