Finish this sentence. The one thing in life I would be most scared to do is… Before I turned eighteen, the scariest thing I ever did on purpose was to put myself at risk of public ridicule. I tried out for cheerleading even though I had chicken legs and was far from having the popularity... Continue Reading →
Be a Tourist in Your Own Life
I hate to admit it, but I have become quite antagonistic toward tourists over the past few years. I live in a small town that’s considered a tourist destination, where on any given summer weekend, it feels as though the travelers outnumber the residents. When the month of May rolls around, most of us locals... Continue Reading →