Who’d have thought naming a new baby could be so stressful?
We make our way to the cafeteria on the second floor via elevator, which Nick uses as an opportunity to mess with unsuspecting museum patrons. As the elevator begins to lift us, Nick moves to the front of the car and places his face inches from the steel door. “Watch this,” he says. The door…… Continue Reading →
My sophomore year of college, I was a mess. I spent close to zero time doing the things I was supposed to be doing (attending class; making meaningful connections with new peers and mentors; drinking my face off) and more time doing sad, weird shit (reading books in bed all day; talking to my old…… Continue Reading →
THE RECOVERY DAY – Friday, 8 a.m. One of the smartest things Jen did when creating the wedding’s itinerary was to insert a recovery day between the rehearsal and the main event. There’s nothing worse than having to pull on uncomfortable dress clothes and drag yourself to a wedding after spending all morning chugging Gatorade…… Continue Reading →
Dispatches from a Small Wedding I’m finally at the point in my life where this whole wedding thing is starting to taper off. It was fast and furious there for awhile, an intense and fund-depleting run into my early 30s. It felt like every weekend I’d be driving to Philly or the Eastern Shore in…… Continue Reading →
Twice a year, I leave work early and head north on the Capital Beltway for a trip into Maryland. It usually takes me about an hour to make the 28 mile drive and is inevitably replete with sections of turtle-like crawling followed by a hopeful 50mph sprint followed by a sea of sudden tail lights…… Continue Reading →