The onslaught of pumpkin spice stirs an irrational irritation not because I dislike Pumpkin Spice Lattes™, but because its debut reminds me that consistent Fall weather is at least 2 months away.

“Does it feel real yet?” “I think so?” I scanned my much emptier home. One stack of boxes sat in the furthest corner, the other behind me. I had been in this house for seven years now, which in the time of typical early-to-mid-20’s apartment hopping felt like a lifetime.

A non-comprehensive list of some of my favorite restaurants in Atlanta for dates, solo dining, and everything in between. Different types of cuisines at every price point.

No one has good sex all the time. Not porn stars, not escorts, not even regular hot people. I’m sure that people in porn are enjoying the sex that they’re having on camera the same amount that everyone enjoys the sex that they’re having in their private lives.

Some of my favorite restaurants along Buford Highway, Doraville, and Duluth. Because discretion doesn’t mean that we can’t still enjoy a meal together.

…what DO I get up to on the weekends?!? Well, turns out that the answer is even more boring than you could have imagined.

Maybe I had been putting it off. I grew up at Turner Field. Truist is bigger, nicer, cleaner. Like the Braves had a string of good luck and moved to the “good” part of town.

As a hoochie with a coochie living way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, I gotta say Alan Jackson’s description of a Georgia summer is spot on.

Giving gifts has always been my most cherished method through which I express love and care for other people. There’s a lot of reasons why, but at the end of December I finally put my finger on it.

Three different blog post ideas had been circling my brain for the past couple of months. None of them had coalesced into anything, but this morning I had a thought while I was making my coffee – they’re all the same thing. I’ll explain.