As teenagers, we love the fact that we are now old enough to do things we weren’t able to do before.  Stuff like coming home later, going places without an adult….especially going into NYC. You can see the excitement on our faces whenever we were planning to go to the

So I moved to Portland last summer from San Francisco and, as you can tell from my previous posts, (A Scumbag’s Guide to Portland) I’m madly in love with it.

Living in a big city can be a major bummer.  There’s the lack of nature, the competition, the depressing drain on your finances.  It totally sucks.  But instead of getting wrapped up in your status anxiety and your rapidly depleting bank account, why don’t you embrace the most innocent, spirit-lifting

When I got married, my husband and I celebrated our union with a honeymoon trip to Italy. I made sure our voyage included many clichéd romantic moments’candlelight dinners, wine tours and er’um’an audience with the Pope.   In an effort to relive those magical moments, my husband and I happened upon

I feel really mad at myself because I just woke up and its a beautiful day and I wasted the morning part but sometimes a lady’s gotta sleep in. Anyway all I wanna do now is get showered, get dressed and hit brunch and enjoy the day which is what

I trust that everyone had a patriotic, barbecue and beer filled 4th of July complete with fireworks, the smell of charcoal and the crack of fireworks bursting bright against the sky.