I am the protagonist of this story…

Our dark winter tundra is starting to lighten our space and minds with the anticipation of bocce ball, a cold Miller High Life, rompers, straw hats, and seeing people’s smiling faces vs. cringing winter frost frowns. This was my second winter here, and I will say the month of January was bleak with a side…

Meat me in the city, I’ll be wearing blue

Burgers, sliders, yes, I’m familiar… but a Meatball Martini? What is this phenomenon you speak of? First, a well-done simple smashburger vs. a large two-patty stacked egg monster is just fine by me, depending on time and my outfit because I will engage with it like a date on Bumble. Isn’t it really a first…