Confession: although I love the idea of campfires, I really hate smelling like one. In high school, it was The Thing to gather around a campfire about every weekend and roast Starburst or s’mores while someone (sometimes me, many times not) strummed a guitar while the night got blacker and stiller. Those were good times, …
As if tomorrow being the first day of school (eek!) wasn’t enough of an indicator, summer announced its official end by two important events: 1. My mom driving up to Logan to teach me how to can tomatoes so we can start to deal with the masses of ripe, red maters that are positively gushing …
There are a million ways I would have liked my summer to come to an official end–with a cake-decorating fiesta perhaps, or by riding on a rollercoaster while eating a churro, or with a massive ice cream fight. Yes, I realize those all have to do with food. I know where my priorities are. …
