The good people of Finland have long believed that drinking alone in their underwear will reveal great truths about our collective isolation. But would it work for this American?
Packing a picnic and hitting the road is more fun than eating another dry chicken breast in front of the TV for the thousandth time, I guarantee it
If I’m going to be forced to indulge in self-care to ward off my Sunday Scaries, I’m at least going to make sure my Saturday was worth it
No, not like that