I used to think that if I wanted to host a decent get-together, I needed to spend a small fortune on those fancy, overpriced scented…
I used to think that hosting people meant I needed a linen tablecloth, a three-course menu, and a grocery bill that would make my heart…
I remember sitting at my kitchen table five years ago, surrounded by half-finished columns, a cold cup of coffee, and the constant ping of my…
I remember sitting at my kitchen table ten years ago, staring at a pile of laundry and a sink full of dishes, feeling like I…
I remember moving into my first little apartment back in my early twenties, staring at those beige, “landlord special” walls and feeling like I was…
I still remember those Tuesday nights back in the Midwest, standing in my kitchen with a pile of laundry waiting and a toddler staring at…
I still remember the sinking feeling in my stomach back in ’08 when my old sedan decided to give up the ghost right in the…
I remember sitting at my kitchen table years ago, staring at a crumpled note from my first supervisor that felt more like a personal attack…
I remember standing in the middle of the grocery aisle last Tuesday, staring at three different brands of tomato sauce like my life depended on…
I remember sitting at my kitchen table a few years ago, trying to balance the checkbook under the harsh, buzzing glare of a single overhead…