Usually, when I write about life with a “big” family,* I’m complaining. Not because I don’t like my “big” family, but because of the way my “big” family and I get treated when we’re out in public. 1,104 more words
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If you’re a vegan and visit Coney Island, expect to go hungry. Or bring your own food.
In a somewhat harebrained idea — by me, of course, as they usually are — Steph and I made the trek to the famed waterfront and boardwalk in 30-degree temperatures, not really thinking about the whole ocean breeze thing. 598 more words