Ain’t Nothin’ But A Sherpa Thang, Baby

No sports. No exercising. Those are two things that best describe my interests, or I guess, the lack thereof. The only exception to this rule is when I momentarily transform myself into an insanely focused, supersweaty, red-faced CrossFit junkie. When is that moment you ask? It’s that moment when you tell yourself that “you got this”...

Thank you for dinner, now let me squish your mole

Every time I see the “ok” emoji, it automatically takes me back 14 years ago to the time I visited Italy. Let me paint the scene for you, as I channel my inner Sophia Petrillo. “Picture it: Sicily, 1922…”, except it wasn’t Sicily nor was it the year 1922. It was in the outskirts of...