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New Years Resoloos: The Story of Goals N’at

As always, my New Year’s resolution is, “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” ….but don’t get arrested. Also, “Be fearless in pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.” …but don’t practice arson. I plan to check off the following as the year goes by: Get scuba certified at Uncle Joe’s Scuba.…… Continue reading New Years Resoloos: The Story of Goals N’at

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25 Lessons Learned by 25: The Story of Getting Older! And Smarter?

It’s my 25th birthday! I feel a reflex to say something about budgets, hangovers, unemployment or “finding myself” as that is the general mish-mash of listicles you’ll find on the internet about your 20s. But it’s more of a gag reflex, so I’ll hold back. Here is an honest list of lessons I’ve learned by…… Continue reading 25 Lessons Learned by 25: The Story of Getting Older! And Smarter?

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A List of Things to Enjoy While The Rest of The World Shits its Collective Pants

A lot of things bring me joy, like mashed potatoes, Cabernet, and the word Zesty, but the last day or so has me questioning whether I can feel anything except unadulterated GAAAAAAAH. So here are a few of my more recent obsessions, from before election day when I still liked things. I’m willing to share with…… Continue reading A List of Things to Enjoy While The Rest of The World Shits its Collective Pants

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Connecticut Fear: The Story of How We Got Punk’d by Gordon Ramsay

This weekend, my mom and I went to the Connecticut town that inspired Gilmore Girls, because *WE ARE ADORABLE. We expected to stroll around with coffee, enjoying small-town life, but we didn’t expect to have a paranormal experience. Thursday at 9:30 pm, we pull into the Curtis House Inn, “The oldest inn in Connecticut.” The…… Continue reading Connecticut Fear: The Story of How We Got Punk’d by Gordon Ramsay

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Where 2 Next? The Story of Planet Earth

The world is hopeless in so many ways. Pretty much every show on TLC (except *Cake Boss) proves that. But wait…the trailer for **Planet Earth II reminded me that our world is also awesome. Hopelessly awesome! Sorry to all you other planets out there. I know you have craters, Ridley Scott, and Sigourney Weaver (all…… Continue reading Where 2 Next? The Story of Planet Earth

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Happy Halloween: The Story of Weirdos on the Internet

Happy October, yinz guys. Happy season o’ the creeps! It hasn’t quite felt like fall yet because I’ve been in Florida, but I’ll be back in Pittsburgh this weekend. I’m ready to shiver a little bit, light fires (in fireplaces, mostly), watch *scary movies, and carve a pumpkin into a little house for the “wee…… Continue reading Happy Halloween: The Story of Weirdos on the Internet

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Bunions, Bad Knees, and a Bum Hip: The Story of a Dancer

I spent most of my life training in *different forms of dance, and while it definitely left me with great posture, musicality, and turned out feet, I’m not going to the club anytime soon to whip out a quasi-fabulous routine that ends in a lift. I will, however, ride piggyback if we go on a…… Continue reading Bunions, Bad Knees, and a Bum Hip: The Story of a Dancer

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Self Portrait: Pictures of Me that Aren’t Me

It’s odd that a complete stranger can capture us in color, words, or music. But that’s art. Last Monday, I posted “self-portraits” in jest of the election. This Monday, I’m posting a more sincere picture book. I think everyone stumbles across photographs or art that makes some hidden part of them feel seen. These are…… Continue reading Self Portrait: Pictures of Me that Aren’t Me

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Bar Creep: The Story of How I Met Phil Kessel

Saturday was a long-island-to-start kind of day. It foreshadowed an eventful night filled with exhaustion, jaywalking, Carson City Saloon, the communication skills of a potato, and 3 am mac n’ cheese. But who knew it would also be a Phil Kessel kind of night!? It took me a minute to work up the courage to say…… Continue reading Bar Creep: The Story of How I Met Phil Kessel