Someone recently asked what it’s like to work from home. Let me tell you.
Gentlemen, this post is not for you. You can read it, but you’re moving forward at your own risk.
The Second Annual Mutt Scrub is this Saturday (7/26) in Boothbay. I highly recommend it.
You don’t need to eat steak to enjoy chimichurri.
On a cruise with 3,000 other souls, there is no room for silence. This self-proclaimed extrovert didn’t like it.
I was in Nantucket last week and ordered a tofu scramble. When the waiter announced the restaurant had no tofu, I switched it to eggs.
If you’re even thinking about a vegan(ish) lifestyle, let yourself transition. Explore your options. And, if you lack true convictions like I do, try not to beat yourself up if you eat a small piece of cheese or [gasp] roast beef.
Groom came home with a pile of fresh tomatoes last night and I was instantly reminded of a story that has nothing to do with tomatoes.
My father gave some great advice but at the end of days, I remember him doing something kind of perfect.