In making my most recent batch of homemade muesli, I underestimated the power of a particular kitchen appliance and wound up basically adding almond flour to the recipe instead of the crushed almonds I’d planned on.

Il y a un tas de passeports et de permis de conduire périmés dans un tiroir chez moi, et chaque fois que j’ouvre ce tiroir, je me sens un tout petit peu Jason Bourne.

In a recent session, a counselor I’ve been seeing recommended a simple self-acceptance practice, and I’m pleased (and, I’ll admit, surprised) by how much it’s been helping.

The British narrator of the audiobook I’m listening to can only do American accents that sound like they’re from early 20th century radio serials. I find it charming, and I’m sure it’s much better than all the British accents Americans have butchered over the years.

After leaving our local indie bookstore, I realized how appropriate it was to spend some money there the same day the FTC goes after Amazon.