Surround yourself with the kind of people who help turtles cross the road.

Surround yourself with the kind of people who help turtles cross the road.

Whenever I encounter someone who believes in using the Oxford comma, I find myself encouraged, delighted, and hopeful.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you’re under absolutely no obligation to justify yourself to anyone if you choose to spend the entire weekend reading a good book, making multiple cups of tea, and indulging in a borderline scandalous amount of cinnamon rolls.

Don’t allow anyone to tell you that reading Edgar Allan Poe in a dimly-lit café on a cobblestone side street in Prague during a raging thunderstorm whilst enjoying cappuccinos and croissants “doesn’t classify” as self-care.

Someone just told me that The Princess Bride is "overrated" and long story short it's perfectly acceptable to remove toxic people from your life.

Just a friendly reminder that your desire to have a bookshelf with a rolling ladder is valid.

Don’t allow anyone to disrespect you by telling you otherwise.

At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to read books in a Scottish Highlands cottage during a pouring rain whilst enjoying a plate of emotional support cinnamon rolls?

I realize that pub crawls are all the rage, but I truly feel as though there could be an immense market for library crawls, bakery crawls, museum crawls, bookstore crawls, and greenhouse crawls.

I had a coupon. What in the hell was I supposed to do?

I don't pretend to know the science behind it, but it's beyond dispute that coffee and tea taste at least 63% better when you're drinking them from your most cherished mug.

Less “Hustle culture."

More “Casually perusing quaint bookstores on cobblestone streets in Edinburgh" culture.

Call me old-fashioned, but I truly believe soup is meant to be made in a cauldron over an open fire under a full moon with the sound of wolves in the distance.

When you use an Oxford comma, you're doing your part to make the world beautiful, meaningful, and understandable.

I much prefer doing my research amidst the flickering lanterns of an old-fashioned library in Prague during a raging thunderstorm with the help of a library ghost, so no, I'm afraid I have no interest in "asking ChatGPT.”

All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a raging thunderstorm, an Agatha Christie novel, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, an owl keeping watch, and a basket of emotional support scones.

I still don't have a bookshelf with a rolling ladder, so no, I'm afraid your email did not "find me well.”

I don't know who needs to hear this, but one day, you will pull a loose book from a bookshelf and that hidden door will finally open for you.

At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to open up an independent bookstore that doubles as a café and triples as a pet rescue?

If you don’t occasionally eat an entire pint of Häagen-Dazs Belgian chocolate ice cream straight out of the container whilst watching a documentary on koalas, then are you really living life to the fullest?

If you don’t want to read Edgar Allan Poe together by the fireplace whilst sharing a plate of midnight croissants in an abandoned château in the French countryside during a full moon with the sound of wolves in the distance, then please don’t tell me you’re “down for a good time."

Don't allow anyone to tell you that reading Agatha Christie in a Scottish Highlands cottage in front of a crackling fire during a raging storm whilst enjoying a plate of freshly-baked emotional support scones and multiple cups of tea "doesn't classify" as self-care.

If you don't believe that magical places still exist, I ask that you simply walk into your local independent bookstore.

I'm a firm believer that when two people who value the Oxford comma find one another, their relationship is destined to be fulfilling, beautiful, and everlasting.

Okay but hear me out:

A nighttime café in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, free pastry samples are served to all who enter, the walls are adorned with van Gogh paintings, there are emotional support black cats roaming about, and Edgar Allan Poe readings occur during every full moon.

Just a friendly reminder that your desire to spend the weekend reading Agatha Christie and eating emotional support scones by a crackling fire in a Scottish Highlands cottage is valid.

Don’t allow anyone to disrespect you by telling you otherwise.

I'm biased, but please support your local theatre, and for that matter, please support your local café, bookstore, bakery, and library. We need you all.😊