Here are links to some of my favorites I have officially become that friend — the one who offers to show up to game night with her own tile set, her own racks, and strong opinions about cute mahjong gear that is actually worth the money. What started as a borrowed set at someone else’s…
More and more people are washing tiles and racking ’em Turns out the mahjong thing isn’t staying in our group chats. This summer it’s showing up in city park budgets, library calendars, and casino ballrooms, which honestly feels like the moment a hobby stops being a hobby and starts being A Thing. Cities are putting…
I’ll say it plainly: I am officially obsessed. What started as one game at a friend’s dining table has turned into a full-blown habit — I think about tile combinations while I’m folding laundry. And if the numbers are any indication, I’m far from alone. This Is Not a Small Trend Mahjong isn’t quietly having…
Celebrities, they are just like us I closed the back cover on Demi Moore’s Inside Out, quickly read Kelly Ripa’s Live Wire in two days and I’m already on my next celebrity memoir — Matthew Perry’s Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing is currently on my nightstand. But it got me thinking about the stack of celebrity memoirs I’ve worked through over…
You know the recipe. It’s been all over Instagram for months: a jar of Rao’s Alfredo sauce and some chicken broth stirred together in a 9×13, broken-up oven-ready lasagna noodles and Amylu chicken meatballs dumped right in, fresh spinach and a cup of mozzarella pressed down into the sauce, cubes of cream cheese scattered on…
Beaches, beaches, beaches and a rain forest hike Forget the crowds of Viejo (Old) San Juan. Puerto Rico’s southern coast is where family vacations get easy. Base yourself here and you’re minutes from some of the island’s best beaches, with shorter drives, fewer tourist buses, and way more time on the water. This itinerary is…
One battle, no Revolution and a few accents that don’t add up I caught “Young Washington” in the theater over the holiday weekend, and I wanted to love it. The performances pulled me in and I stayed invested in the story. But a few things kept snagging my attention, and once I noticed them, I…
On celebrity memoirs, late-night reading, and why other people’s stories make us braver about our own. I didn’t set out to become a celebrity memoir person. But somewhere between hectic school day mornings and the dinner rushes and the endless mental load of keeping two small humans alive and thriving, I found myself desperately needing…
