As a proud dog mom, I've accepted that my home will never be clean. Between the never-ending dog hair and occasional poop stain, I've made peace with the mess and recurring investment in lint rollers. But thanks to the
When the summertime humidity reaches its peak, my brain becomes 85 percent ice cream. I'm constantly scheming on where I can get my next cup or cone, huddling with my trusted circle of friends about which shops have the best toppin...