I'm proud of myself. I think. Okay, I'm a little torn. I met my best friend (Willow!) for coffee today. I got there first, and since there's usually a wait, I went inside to put our names down for a table. There was no wait. Sort of. I was greeted by two people: "Table for... Continue Reading →
Visiting the Gilded Age with The Willow
I am convinced that The Willow and I are time travelers whenever we get together. Why, just recently, she and I ran away for a couple of days. This time, we visited the Gilded Age in Newport, Rhode Island. (For those who haven't read my other "Willow" post, she is my best friend and has... Continue Reading →