Destination: Alys Beach, Florida
“Go check out Alys,” the saleslady at the children’s clothing store in Seaside told me with a knowing smile.
(She pronounced it “Alice.”) Read the rest of this gem…
Destination: Seaside, Florida
I departed Panama City with high hopes for what I’d find further west along Florida’s panhandle, a stretch of shoreline that laps the Gulf of Mexico known as the Emerald Coast.
Well.
Based on my last non-post, you may have guessed that I went somewhere last week.
Somewhere beachy. Read the rest of this gem…
When I first moved here and Justin was still working in North Carolina, I made the mistake of consecutively watching all five seasons of Six Feet Under while living in an unfamiliar house, alone, save for a couple of scruffy mutts and my own deepening existential thoughts. Read the rest of this gem…
I never thought I’d say this, but for a very brief and recent period of my life, I was actually getting a little tired of eating out. Read the rest of this gem…
I don’t know if you remember, but back when I turned 30 (whaaaat? I have to say “back when” now?), I went to the Florida Keys. Read the rest of this gem…
Oy.
Lately I feel like this blog has become nothing but a representation of the gluttonous feast that has become my life. Read the rest of this gem…
Before I get to my regularly scheduled post, I’d like to offer up a PSA. Or rather, a DSA — Domestiphobia Service Announcement — since it really actually only benefits me. Not the public. Read the rest of this gem…
Sometime in middle school, an English teacher assigned us a book about cities. Read the rest of this gem…
Well, I hate to break it to you, but it seems as though I’ve fallen into that trap that people who are moving tell you they’ll never fall into but inevitably always do — Read the rest of this gem…