Last month, I celebrated my five-year soberversary. I’ve been alcohol-free since February 20, 2020. Wild. Five years is a long time. It’s so long, in fact, that being alcohol-free has lost its novelty, almost doesn’t feel worth celebrating. It’s just another
I celebrated my 39th birthday with a Four-day getaway to the desert, including a spa day in Desert Hot Springs and a trip to Joshua Tree National Park. We had a fantastic trip, and I’m now equipped with the perfect
Happy birthday to all my fellow Aquarians and Happy birthday to me! Last week I turned 39. (I know right, I’m too young to be this old.) I had thought entering the final year of my thirties might spur some kind
I’m going to let you in on a little secret that might surprise you. I HATE packing. Truly. That’s right, despite being a flight attendant for ELEVEN years now, despite having to constantly pack, unpack, and repack my suitcase, and
Whether it is packing my suitcase, flying back and forth across the country, or walking in sub-freezing temperatures to my crashpad in Boston, I almost always have something playing in my ears. Last post was a book roundup, which included
