A thousand bitter layers, worse than an Aperol Spritz.
I'm gonna need to dracarys that BS.
On Wednesdays, we wear spandex.
Instead of cups of sugar, we've exchanged keys and screams.
The word "menefreghista" doesn't exist in English, but it's now part of my daily Italian vocabulary.
Smother minor annoyances with minor delights.
Behold the life-changing magic of Iowans on Facebook Marketplace.
I attempt to prove I'm a competent adult, despite what my plumber thinks.
Baby L swayed back and forth in her mama’s womb as they crossed the sea to Italy.
In an attempt to be more jolly this holiday season, here are the silver linings to my recent grievances.