I am a liar. I lie about a lot of things. Mostly when someone asks if I’m okay I’ll lie and say I’m fine or good or great. They don’t really care. They’ve got a lot more things in their lives to worry about than me feeling sad. But then again I’m a liar. They… Continue reading I am a liar.
We’ve all seen the fancy little sandwich cookies. Whether it was scrolling through Facebook, admiring a food blogger’s post on Instagram or in person, French macarons are hard to get away from and even harder to make. The delicate cookie shells are nearly impossible to get right. If you don’t whip the egg whites enough,… Continue reading Macaron Dreams and Disasters
The things I want to do require too many life times. How does anyone pick the right path for the one life we get? If it's a small decision, sure, no problem, just change course. But like a big one, like starting a business, or moving abroad, or picking a hobby to focus on, or… Continue reading not enough life times
After 11 days in Iceland, and only 1 shower, my boyfriend Dan, and I returned to the US a bit financially poorer, but way richer in experiences. We got to ride some horses (not ponies), saw a bunch of sheep, a seal, and a reindeer, and unfortunately did not see a single puffin. We ate… Continue reading Horses, not ponies
Sometimes I think the excitement of getting ready for a trip is almost as exciting as the actual trip. It all started with Dan and I talking about what our next adventure should be. He hasn't really been abroad before, and since he now had a shiny new passport, it was probably time to use… Continue reading An Experience Shared