
Is it any wonder why all I want to do when I come home to Austin is hang out at my parents’ house? Raw milk lattes all day followed by great wine, food, and laughs all night. So grateful for this place I can call home, with parents I love.

Pieces of my soul. That’s what I’m grateful for this week. Monday marked 9 years since my best friend was killed. It seems so long ago, yet so recent. The feeling of loss fades, but will always be present—because he is, and has, a piece of my soul. Appropriately, I celebrated his birthday and the anniversary of his…

Um. Imma be honest about what I’m doing here. I’m backdating this Feel Good Friday. I got called out on it today: Friend: maybe do a double this friday? idk you’re the celebrity Here’s what I would have been grateful for had I actually posted on Friday and before the weekend took place: Good humor,…