The first (long) leg of our journey is over. We made it to my parents’ house in Colorado, and the first thing I saw when I walked into my mother’s kitchen was my favorite cake waiting for me on the counter. Which is why I can’t write more right now. Don’t want to get crumbs in my father’s keyboard, you know.
Month of Motivation: I’m Stuffed
Oh Give Me a Home Where My Phone Doesn’t Roam
Goodbye, Almost Heaven–Hello, West Virginia
On the Road Again, Plus: Cake!