Many, many moons ago, a man I was seeing burned me a 311 CD because I hated them. I was loud about not liking them, and he wanted to expose me to the whole vibe. And he did. I had just moved from a very small town in Michigan to a relatively medium-sized college town…
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The Discontent of Comfort
Just a few weeks left in 2025, and this memoir is writing itself with all my hilarious, ludicrous adventures this year: making friends who show up time after time, the dates that remind me of my growth in saying goodbye, those who cheer me on while watching my ranting dishwasher issue videos, people who send…
CULINARY ADVENTURES WITH A WANDERING WINO 