Well here’s some grit for you: acne sucks. Adult acne really sucks. But adult cystic acne sucks the worst of all.
I wrote this from the airport (have I mentioned that unlike most people, I love airports?! Another post on that later . . . ) where I was waiting for my flight back home from The Most Magical Place on Earth . . . Disney World!
My best friend, Megan, has been trying to get me to Disney for a solid decade, and this year it finally became a reality.
I’ve eaten my way through most of Baltimore’s foodie spots, but when I signed my mom and myself up for a cooking class at Schola, I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
Let me just tell you: we went, we ate, we conquered, and we immediately signed up for another class.
I had an entire post planned for this week, fully written and ready to roll, and then something happened on Monday that made me shift gears entirely.
So instead, tonight I want to tell you two stories.
I wrote the below post in September 2015, long before this blog existed. I’m sharing it again today, because I feel that the message still rings true. I also feel that now more than ever before, it’s important for us to take a quiet moment to remember.
I spent less than 24 hours in NYC this weekend, and it was quite the whirlwind!
I’ve mentioned before that I love the city, and I spend a lot of time there because one of my best friends lives in Manhattan.
In case you haven’t caught on yet, I’m a huge fan of kindness. I don’t really think that anyone would qualify themselves as “not a fan,” but I just want to make it clear that I believe in kindness the way that I believe in coffee: I wish I could mainline it directly into my bloodstream.
A few weeks ago, The Shire went on our annual family vacation . . .