I don't want to sound like a Grinch, but I find it a sacred practice not to celebrate Christmas early and I planned on following this rule until the day I died. Then I moved to Chicago.
Every one of these stories shows how an event in one nation, big or small, can have a ripple effect.
There's no place like "home," but "home" isn't always one place.
There are a handful of things that can easily make a woman (or maybe just me) happy. The two that instantly come to mind are girls' nights and chocolate.
Unknown locations are my inspiration, but whenever I’m asked the question, “If you only had a week to live, where is the one place you would go?” it will always be Ireland.
I wasn't expecting Café Provancel to be in a strip mall.