It’s somehow late-June. I’ve just now unpacked from Candler Park Music Festival. The weekdays have been busy preparing for Missoula Children’s Theater that wrapped up .
My favorite thing about concerts, other than the ability to let go of every care in the world and immerse yourself in pure happiness and great music, is the people. I love concerts in .
So I’m weird. And my friends are weird. And we decided we would take a weird little road trip once a year. Last year Maggie, Megan, Becca and I spent Memorial Day weekend in Blue .
I say I'm going through a quarter-life crisis and everyone automatically assumes I'm about to spiral out of control. Nah. But I got bored. Maybe restless is the word. And diving into .
For the past five years, my family has decided to skip the materials in exchange for memories at Christmas (last year was Nashville, remember?). Each year’s trip has been special .
Every year since Grampa passed away our family has taken off for the holidays. The idea of staying home for the holidays left us down and out so our new tradition was to select a .