Fried pickles + mimosas.

The girls needed a catch up, badly, so we piled into a booth at Folk Art to do it over brunch.

Those chicken and waffles, though.

The yard sale.

It started, as many things do, with a simple text.

An American's guide to the World Cup.

For one month, every four years, the world unites in the spirit of fútbol ("soccer" for the Americans). And no American cares more about it than my friend Jake.

Eating Atlanta.

A few posts ago, I said that I was getting a taste of Atlanta. I meant it.

Literally, a taste. Most of my excursions are centered around food.

Cheers for children.

If there's anything I love more than a good soirée, it's a good soirée for a worthwhile cause.

Breakfast at Tiffany's.

First thing first: Happy, happy 25 to my brother's gorgeous, funny, talented, mother-of-Stevie-the-cat girlfriend, Jess. She (like my brothers) is so, so much cooler than me.

All of the sass.