New Yawk. I heard that it was a concrete jungle that dreams are made of. If your dreams are as lofty as seei...

Croque Madame. Loosely translates to "Crunchy Lady." Which is quite fitting, because that is what I feel like these days...

Cake with no butter in it? Yuppie ice cream flavored like trees? My casserole loving, meat and potatoes, $3 gallon tub of vanil...

                              There once was a very unfortunately fated young lass named Hattie.  She often found herself e...

Fall is slipping through our mitten clad fingers, kittens.  Feet have crunched leaves. Shadows have grown longer. There were ...

This weekend brought my 22nd birthday.  When you turn 21, you expect your belly button to morph into  a shot glass indefini...