Three days into our first big trip, I opened the overhead cabinet above the stove and got hit in the face with a full box of pasta that had worked itself loose somewhere around a mountain pass in Colorado. That was the moment I stopped organizing our RV like it was a tiny apartment and…
I still remember unpacking for our first six-week trip and realizing the “closet” in our travel trailer was 14 inches wide. Fourteen. I’d packed like I was going on a normal vacation, and by day three my clothes were living in a duffel bag on the floor because there was nowhere else for them to…
The first curtains I hung in an RV lasted exactly one trip. I’d grabbed a cute boho set off clearance, hung them with the little clip rings that came in the package, and by the time we hit the first stretch of washboard gravel outside Moab, one panel had already worked its rings loose and…
I’ve worn glasses since I was eleven, and every single Halloween growing up involved someone telling me to “just wear contacts for one night.” I don’t wear contacts. I’ve never owned a pair. So for years my costume options basically got cut in half because half the ideas online assumed I’d either go without my…
I hit my early forties and walked into a costume shop looking for something for a neighborhood party, and every single women’s costume on the rack was either a “sexy nurse” variation or something clearly sized and styled for a 22-year-old. Nothing wrong with either of those things existing, but I wanted something that looked…
I found out I was due right around Halloween with my second kid, and I remember standing in my closet at 32 weeks trying to figure out if I could still be “half” of a couple’s costume when the other half of me was, well, a whole extra person. Most costume roundups just slap a…
My fiancé and I got engaged in August, and by the time Halloween rolled around three months later, I was determined to do something with that ring besides just… wear it under gloves like every other year. Here’s the thing nobody tells you about engagement-era Halloween costumes: half the “cute couples costume” lists online completely…
I taught second grade for exactly one Halloween before I learned my lesson the hard way: I showed up as a witch with a giant pointed hat, and by 10 a.m. I’d knocked it off my own head three separate times reaching for a marker on the whiteboard. By the classroom party at 2, I’d…
My grandmother Rosalind refused to hand out candy in a costume for years because every idea she liked “looked like it was made for someone who could still get down on the floor to fix a hem.” She’s 81, uses a walker most days, and has zero interest in anything that requires standing for four…