Shortly after I started blogging, I wrote one of my favorite posts— a departure from anything house-related, it was the story of how my best friend and I packed up and moved to Texas. But I ended up taking part of the story out: the part about how we filled an ex-boyfriend’s truck with trash. […]
A few weeks ago, my best friend Lara, had the pleasure of walking me through one of those experiences that initially appear to be soul-crushing and life-destroying. Although, later are revealed to be less than significant… and possibly blown out of proportion… and maybe even a figment of your imagination. No one talks you through […]
Philadelphia Elvis Fest… confronting the existential question of why my best friend lives so far away.
Good day, regular people. Let us recap what you know about me: I have an old house. I like fancy stuff. Let me introduce you to something you don’t know: I love Elvis Presley. A lot. A LOT, a lot.
It was fall of 1999 when Lara and I moved to Texas. We were twenty-two and we packed up her old-but-reliable car. Loading and overflowing the trunk and backseat with our vital and unnecessary crap. This is Lara. Lara and I have known each other since we were thirteen. In some ways, we haven’t changed […]