I hope you’ve been enjoying the start of summer. Memorial Day weekend here forecast rain, but so far, we’ve avoided it.
Sometimes, there’s nothing better than sitting outside on the deck with your husband and your dog with a refreshing popsicle in your hand and a sticky drip running down your arm.
When one of your best friends from college has spent most of her life in the intervening years in various countries halfway around the globe, the bad part is that you hardly ever get to see her.
For a long time, I didn’t know what passion fruit tasted like. I associated it vaguely with tropical juice blends and artificial fragrances in things like air fresheners and girly shampoos.
I have this theory that people tend to dress for yesterday’s weather.