Ah the holidays. That magical time of year set aside for tinsel, mistletoe, warm fires, and gathering your family close to you… Fuck. Babies, batten down the hatches and get ready for a shit show, because that is kind of what the holidays amount to. Thus, to help you sail

I’ve always felt that those I love, and like, and enjoy, deserve my time. For them, I’ll go ahead and invest a good chunk of my fall and winter making their gifts myself. Yeah, I spend money on the supplies, too, but I really prefer to save the better portion

It’s that time of year again. You’re leaving the life you built to step back into whatever family dynamic you fled. You’re going to need something stronger than carbs to avoid becoming the worst version of your adolescent self again. Our mantras and best intentions can only get us through