As much as I love to write about my life in the big apple, my hometown still seeps into everything: my dialect, the things I keep in my pantry, my absurd immunity towards humidity, and even the way I secretly judge northern "sweet tea".
I used to hold a lot of resentment towards my hometown. Now, gratitude is starting to take its place. Here is my love letter to Little Rock, Arkansas and the various things I miss from my childhood:
Thank you Arkansas <3
I never have been one to post "what I'm reading, watching, and listening to." In all honesty, it has always made me slightly uncomfortable. I wouldn't call myself in expert in music, film, or literature so it never felt right to share what I
Hi friends, This week I found myself writing and surprisingly advocating for a 17 ft tall, 2,000 lb aluminum pigeon named Dinosaur perched on the high line. Link to Story: Make Giant Pigeon Statute on High Line a Permanent Exhibit: PetitionNYC is waving goodbye to its giant pigeon statue,
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Hi friends, It's finally happening: the city is thawing out. You know what that means. Once it hits 60 degrees, people will hang out with about anyone or do anything just because it it's finally bearable to exist without 30 layers of clothing. That's