Sometimes, when you don't really know what to do or where you're going, the only thing you can do is to keep going, keep making moves.
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My second day in New York, I stood on a stoop and yelled, "I've moved here, I've moved here, and I don't care who knows it!" in my Elf voice.
Birthday post! For those of you who experience spats of self-induced loathing--you might find something you can relate to here
In lieu of this week's NBA playoff action, and a few Crown and gingers (yeesh), I'm wondering what's more important in life: our offense or our defense?
Reflecting on the type of relationships I kiss the ground for.
I took this trio to Arbor Hills Nature Preserve in Plano for a hot Texas sunset and honestly, just let them be themselves!