I’m in the market for a new bike. I love the one I have dearly: she really is the sweetest bike I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky I get
I’m on a full-on popsicle-making kick. If you think about it, popsicles are the perfect medium for flavor experimentation: all you need is a blender, molds, and a little inspiration.
I don’t like ice cream. But I love all other manner of frozen treats, including gelato and popsicles. I have taken to upon myself to personally try every frozen yogurt
Know what’s fun? Boat rides. Especially boat rides to another continent.
Ah, summer in Chicago. It brings sweaty porch beers, unbearable heat waves and–my favorite–street festivals. I missed a couple of my faves while in Europe, but was lucky enough to
One day, I woke up. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and I was feeling particularly invigorated. “Yes,” I thought. “Today is Bazaar Day.”
I just came back from my first yoga class since returning to Chicago, and just–wow. Spending the last five weeks sustaining myself on self-practice has been very, shall we say,
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The carpet salesman brought out coffee and glasses of water on a silver engraved tea tray before setting a cup and saucer before me, then his wife, then at the
