This year’s been… a lot. First, I lost my Rottweiler, Bulleit. He was my buddy, my protector, Mama’s big baby boy. Losing him was gut-wrenching. Anyone who’s had a pet cross the Rainbow Bridge knows the ache it leaves behind. I won’t dwell on it too long — partly because it still stings, and partly
Well, hey there, y’all — it’s that time of year again! Bittersweet, like that last s’more of the season when the marshmallow’s perfect but you know swimsuit weather is about to be replaced with school supply aisles. Yep — it’s Little League World Series season in Williamsport! I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it
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:
