On a not-so-typical Fourth of July, I gathered Angel, my parents, and our dog Dyson for lunch… we soon found ourselves shucking oysters
Change is always bittersweet. One part of you acknowledges & celebrates growth; the other longs for the past & its golden nostalgia, memories
We decided to do a clambake steamer bucket from Captain's Market—a.k.a. Captain Stinkies (more on that later)—here in King of Prussia.
A few years ago, even pre-Covid, Angel and I became interested in general wellness, which led us to an interest in massages.
On the weekends, when the market is open, a food truck steps up shop—it could be pizza, it could be seafood. Today, crispy chicken sandwiches.
This summer, I thought up a recurring photo series—a thorough examination of the textures and materials on my balcony.
After the long winter, I have returned to tend to the garden kept on the balcony of my apartment. At my husband's request...
I have a booth at the farmer's market. Recently, my long-time best friend, Hannah Biddle, came to visit me at my booth.
In an effort to simplify my life and lessen my own daily decision fatigue, I decided long ago to simplify my closet to just one shade: blues.
I just came across this selfie of a younger me, an excited me—a throwback to the day I got an Nintendo Switch four years ago.