January felt like a marathon. Not the kind of marathon that you're proud of, that you trained for. Rather, the kind of marathon you forgot to train for so your hip hurts by mile 8, and by mile 13 you're in so much pain that you're cursing yourself, your decision to not train, and the fact that you decided to run in the first place. The kind of marathon where you celebrate crossing the finish line only because it means you never have to run again.
When I started writing book reviews what feels like forever-ago in March, I started off with The Vacationers by Emma Straub (click on the link to read my full review!). The novel ended up being a 4-star read for me. Straub’s writing style is simplistic yet captures unique details that ultimately shape the story she’s…
On Thursdays we have a game night with our friend Tyler. The game is Gloomhaven and it’s essentially Dungeons and Dragons. While it rightly earns the adjective “nerdy” it’s a highlight of the week. Tyler shows up at 5:30, Gloomhaven in hand. While I cook dinner, Jacob and Tyler go outside to move a dresser…
Kelliemarie Mash 