by Emma Lord This summer I lived boldly and decided that after my month-long internship in Seattle, I was going to hop down the coast and spend a week traveling alone in the beautiful city of San Francisco. And my heart was stolen. Or, more accurately, my stomach. I...
The way I feel about The Fast and the Furious films is very similar to how I feel about kids: I don’t understand why people keep making them. My fascination with cars rarely surpasses the color and size of a vehicle. Aside from knowing a Mitsubishi isn’t a sushi roll,...
If an eight-legged cephalopod is allowed to predict who wins the World Cup (RIP Paul), then dammit, I’m going to stake my bets on the Super Bowl based on a few nuggets of food knowledge. I’m pitting some tough contenders head-to-head in the Baltimore vs. San Francisco...
He wasn’t my first love, but he definitely ranked in the top 10 when I was 10. Whether he was helping me make homemade cards or jewelry my mom would never wear in public, he was a childhood flame who melted my heart and the very cheese that coated him. Years later,...
