Glimpses of Charlottesville

Also, so that you all know that I’m still me and not just some girl prone to posting photos of herself in dressing rooms, here’s a story from my travels: In Asheville, after going to the grocery store, I looked at my receipt and read the part where it gives the name of the person who served you. Me [...]

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Riding in Cars with Boys [and Girls. And Really Just One Boy.]

Disclaimer: This is not my way of telling the blogworld that I have a seven-year-old son, à la a certain Drew Barrymore movie. Though if I did, he’d likely be the first seven-year-old in the world to have been weaned on 90% chocolate. And his name would not have anything to do with fruit, Inspektors, or [...]

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