Ah, Halloween. This year is my first time ever giving out candy, and it’s enjoyable despite having to get up every four or five minutes, and despite having a headache – which is making the whole getting-up-and-going-downstairs-and-talking-to-people thing a bit hnngh, but such is Halloween. I’m kind of disappointed by the sheer volume of store-bought costumes… and, naturally, the amount of...

I have been generally avoiding football for most of my life. On purpose. My grandfather has been a long time football coach, and likes to talk about it a lot. I never really understood his fascination, but smiled and nodded anyway because, you know, it’s good to be passionate about something, and PopPop is awesome. I also vaguely remember at some point in life my Dad must have been a Redskins fan, because I remember being a small child and...

In which Manda details her adventures at the library, parking tactics, bad lattes, and the Mayonnaise Machine Fiasco.

In which Manda laments the cold of Wisconsin, loves the autumn leaves, and shares the usual goings-on.

A couple weekends ago I found myself sitting in a TGI Fridays in Grand Rapids with all of my belongings packed into Nick's car, eating a turkey burger. There wasn't really a lot to say. Right as the waitress had plopped down our food, the email from my dad came through.