Your life is perfectly adequate.

I’m convinced the last six blog posts I’ve read are all trying to charge me with not living life to the fullest. Apparently, I need to cut the shit, like, right now. I’m approaching my mid-20’s and I’m constantly being cautioned against living by default; leading a life I think will be successful and fulfilling,

if you don’t know about tannins, you’re not worth a damn…and other myths (pt. one)

I remember the first time I encountered wine snobbery. It was at Central Convenience, a Mom and Pop operation that functioned as the beating heart of a rural out-port where I was born and raised. It sold liquor (even on Sundays…which was strictly taboo because of the ultra religious people who made up a huge