I’ve wanted to write this post for a long time, but I’ve struggled with it. Perhaps that’s because I’m one of those people to whom this is addressed; I’ve had to work long and hard at valuing myself for more than just my capabilities, and I’ve often found myself surrounded by people who have only valued me for them.
Last month, I visited my best friend in New York City.
NYC is one of those places that simultaneously overwhelms and invigorates me.
Hey guys! I recently got a new iPhone and now that my battery doesn’t die every 20 minutes, I finally downloaded all the photo apps I’ve been wanting to test out and couldn’t.
I’m a foodie, and with that self-assigned title comes an awareness of food trends. Some are creative and fun, some are over-the-top, and some are just strange, but nonetheless, they’re a thing, and I’m fascinated by them.
I suppose to start off, an introduction would be helpful . . .
As a born and raised Carroll County resident, I’ve tried a lot of restaurants over the years, and watched with interest as new places have popped up, our food scene has become slightly more adventurous, and some of my favorite spots have withstood the test of time.
OK Internet, I’m going to get on my soapbox.
Today I received something in the mail from PETA. I’m not sure how they got my address, as I’ve never made a donation, attended an event, followed them on social media, etc.
You probably don’t know this, but I’m a secret cheerleader.
No, I don’t mean that I own pom-poms or can whip out a back handspring on command.
As someone who admittedly Instagrams everything, it may come as a surprise that I used…
I wrote this blog from my New York City hotel room, where I spent Valentine’s Day weekend . . . and Valentine’s Day . . . alone.