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.
No one expected the pandemic to be over once the clock struck midnight on December 31, 2020.
Most people use the weekends to unwind and pamper themselves. Well, I am the same way, but with my puppy Dyson.
I was scrolling through my Instagram page and saw that I share about the world around me a lot, but what has been missing on my page is...me.
I think every home has a good "selfie spot." I finally discovered mine while I was packing up my things, and getting ready to move.
