Well, y’all — it’s that time again. Lycoming Crossings is whispering back-to-school sales, Walmart’s notebook shelves are already picked clean, and your teenager has entered their final form: a nocturnal, snack-consuming, eye-rolling machine. I’m not ready; you’re not ready, but time keeps on tickin’, tickin’ tickin’… Back-to-school season is upon us, whether we’re ready or
Sometimes I have no idea what I want to write about on any given week. Sometimes, I know all week what I am going to write about on Friday. And sometimes, like this week, I have a couple of topics that I want to touch on, but none of them are hearty enough to stand
By someone who’s definitely not lactose intolerant but would risk it anyway Don’t ask me how I know, but July 25th is National Ice Cream Sundae Day, which means it’s the one day a year when it’s socially acceptable to have your entire daily calorie intake served in a bowl, covered in chocolate syrup and
I am not emotionally prepared to say goodbye to summer. The long days, the late nights, the obscene amount of ice cream I have ingested recently — it’s all been a dream. That said, reality (and algebra) is looming, and it might be time to start reeling in that “stay-up-till-2-a.m.-watching-random-YouTube-videos” sleep schedule. Let’s be honest:
Ah, July. The month where your car becomes a sauna, the deodorant of those around you is tested hourly, and the dog refuses to go outside unless bribed (but also refuses to come back inside unless bribed. Having dogs is a weird dynamic). But it’s also National Watermelon Month, and that’s something worth celebrating —