Sweet Nectar of Life

If you are going to be from Portland, you have to have a Portland address. So I decided I was done living in “Not Portland” and needed to buy yet another house. This time I didn't want something tiny. It might be all the rage but I have many kids and am not ready for that level of Portland yet. I also didn't want something gauche, I wanted to host backyard BBQs and game nights. I also decided against anything too opulent, I might be a wealthy blogger but I also pride myself on being accessible and relatable to the common man/woman. I don’t want to slap my common friends in the face with a mansion in Forest Park or Southwest Hills. Have to stop getting my house on the front page of the paper. To really be from Portland, I’m told you needed to live on the Eastside; where true Portalders live. I picked NE Portland for its mid-range cost and ease of access to downtown. It’s screamed common man as I drove past gravel driveways, brown lawns, and burnt-out cars. The hunt began. A self

I love coffee and the last time I got some, it was amazing. I assume the next time will also be amazing. But, this blind faith in coffee can lull you into a false scene of stability. For example, It was a typical day, sun shining, air clear. I zipped up my coat and slipped on my favorite pair of white Jordan Air 1 OGs with university red accents. Pulling the door securely closed behind me, I left the house with an exciting spring in my step. The car chipped happily back to me as I climbed in. The engine blinked to life without a sound and a choir of angels sang as I pulled out into light traffic. It was only 3 miles between me and coffee. One red light, a right, a right, a left followed by a quick right, snake through the parking lot and pull into a not great but not horrible spot. At least I didn’t have to pay for it. As I walked into the shop, I was backhanded by the smell of a Kenyan roast; I love this place because for days after every visit people can smell the aroma of co

In the land of "keep it weird"- it should come as no surprise that not only do people love sitting on Instagram but so do their pets. Hailing from Montana and having a whopping 328 followers, I felt like I was doing OK. I mean, I am not a famous actor or brand account, but it turns out, there are dogs with more followers and active engagement than me! That kind of hurt. I am, however, 1000% confident if I stuck an avocado on my head I would not get 75k followers - I would probably get banned. I know you followed the link and found that I'm not lying... But you may say this is a one-off, not every dog has an Instagram... wrong!!! There are thousands of them out there,  here is a Beagle's account that's only a few months old with a mere 5 pictures - yes FIVE!!! - and he has more followers than me!! Pets have taken over Instagram to the point where accounts for animals now outperform verified humans. It's Animal Farm out there people. The pets are infl