Pumpkin Picasso and the Shame of Adulting

Fall. The time of year when leaves turn shades of orange and red, brisk breezes ruffle scarves, boots are required and the smell of pumpkin wafts through the air…if you live somewhere else. Here in Vegas, fall means 80 degree weather, there are no trees to look at and...

Wait, this isn’t the Olympics!

If my diary from when I was eight were correct, I should be touring the world after winning my Olympic medal by now. It would also say I should be married to Aaron Carter, but that’s beside the point. I spent a third of my life waking up before the sun, lacing...