Ain’t Nothin’ But A Sherpa Thang, Baby

No sports. No exercising. Those are two things that best describe my interests, or I guess, the lack thereof. The only exception to this rule is when I momentarily transform myself into an insanely focused, supersweaty, red-faced CrossFit junkie. When is that moment you ask? It’s that moment when you tell yourself that “you got this”... Continue Reading →

Thank you for dinner, now let me squish your mole

Every time I see the “ok” emoji, it automatically takes me back 14 years ago to the time I visited Italy. Let me paint the scene for you, as I channel my inner Sophia Petrillo. “Picture it: Sicily, 1922…”, except it wasn’t Sicily nor was it the year 1922. It was in the outskirts of... Continue Reading →

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