The Most Netflixy Time of the Year
I’ve survived finals, the flu and Seasonal Affective Disorder Madness Night. I need some movies.
The Jersey Shore Ride of Doom
Amusement park safety standards in the ‘40s left something to be desired.
Milwaukee, Who Knew?
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
Beluga Fever
Most of her waking thoughts are devoted to “How can we see a beluga?”
Dough!
It’s just flour and water and onions and magic.
The Apocalyptic Succulent Sale
There’s regular crazy and then there’s succulent crazy.
Mickey Mouse and Hurricane Matthew (and me)
Dad whispered, “Did you bring the ponchos?”
