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What started as a leaf-peeping adventure turned into something richer. Join me on a ten-day journey through New England where strangers from every corner of the country find common ground—and maybe a little magic—in unexpected places.

Do you solemnly swear to eat that salad you just bought? Same. This essay is about grocery store delusions, lettuce guilt, and the everyday optimism that keeps us believing… next week will be different.

It started with expired meds and a Knife Skills class. It ended with a car accident, a police report, and a suspiciously well-armed SUV. Some stories you just can’t make up.

From misplaced keys to rekindled purpose, contractor no-shows to acts of kindness, this post offers a warm, witty, and very human New Year’s wish list. A reminder that it’s never too late to start again — with grace, humor, and maybe a pair of pink stilettos.

In this essay, I write about the magic and melancholy of Christmas music — from classic carols to Broadway ballads — and why one song in particular has come to mean more to me with each passing year.

A walk, a workout, a slice of pie — small, everyday moments that reveal the quiet grace of people who show up, again and again, for someone else.

What happens when good intentions meet free samples and towering shelves of temptation? Join me at the warehouse store where you, too, can walk away with a cart full of buyer’s remorse.

After my mother’s death, I thought I had heard it all — from awkward overshares to eyebrow critiques. This honest, funny, and deeply human essay explores the strange things people say during grief… and the legacy that matters most.

When two trees fall, the garage door dies, and even the holiday decorations turn on you — all you can do is laugh, call a locksmith, and ask the question, Is the Universe bored, or just messing with me?

Nine weddings. Zero fairytales. And enough plot twists to fill a Netflix series. Here’s an essay that reflects on a lifetime of bridal mishaps, near-misses, and why I’m finally happy to have a cocktail in hand — and no bouquet to catch.

From recycled pickles and 3 a.m. shifts to teary-eyed drive-thru workers and surprise cups of chai, here’s the hard-earned lessons of service work I learned — and why kindness is never wasted.

From stubborn shrubs to family pride, I have a deeply ingrained resistance to asking for help, but here’s what finally convinced me to do otherwise.