Yesterday, somewhere between a completely reasonable ten-mile mountain bike ride and creating a gourmet Pop Up picnic lunch for fifteen guests deep in the San Bernardino National Forest, I decided to take my “waterproof” phone on what I can only describe as a pickle juice swim. Because nothing says springtime vibes like a thousand-dollar device floating …
You officially know you’re getting older when your Thursday morning starts with your first EKG, and your biggest concern is whether the lighting is good enough for an Insta story. Naturally, I snapped an “I’m still young, but my heart disagrees” selfie. My aunt texted, “What is happening?!” and I—ever the comedian—told her, “Oh, just …
Two days ago I was standing so close to the summit of Mt Baldy joking about venison. Man do I love me some venison. Throw it in a curry, slap it in a protein burger. Bambi’s may be cute but they are also delicious. Until they destroy your car. But jokes aside there is nothing funny …