Grilled Octopus and Calamari at Coda di Volpe
My coworkers will be the first to tell you that Brandon and I haven’t quite got…
Pineapple – Party Cups and Straws
One glittery, one solid, these pineapple party cups make any backyard barbeque into a tropical luau.
Lions Club – Urban Autism Solutions Garden
On the West Side of Chicago, hidden among the tall apartment and office buildings of the…
Pineapple – Irish Crystal Vase
Sweet people are always giving me pineapple things for my collection, like this incredible crystal vase…
Cotton Candy Prosecco at Queen Mary Tea Room
After spending a week in Salem, Oregon with family, I boarded a plane in Portland, headed…
Pineapple – Summer Crossbody Bag
Some of my purses have pineapples on them, large and small. But this purse is right…
Levi Strauss pt 1 – The History of American Jeans
When I married my husband, I didn’t realize how much his Jewish heritage would play a…
Welcome to Drive Swim Fly
My childhood was a little different. Most kids grow up in the same place, with the same friends since kindergarten, finally venturing out into unknown lands in their early twenties when they realize going to Orlando for spring break hasn’t made them a world traveler. Not me. You see, my house moved.
When I was six months old, my parents sold everything they owned, used their small savings account to purchase a recreational vehicle (yep, an RV) and began a decade-long adventure as vagabond puppeteers. No kidding. We were basically carnies...
