Nothing makes an introvert like me panic faster than locking eyes with a vacation salesperson and realizing there’s no graceful escape.

I cannot stress this strongly enough: Support your local theatre, café, bookstore, bakery, and library. We breathe life into these places when we support them. They need us, and more importantly, we need them.

A little patch of sunshine on a farm in Tennessee.

Tucked away in this beautiful, cozy cabin for the weekend. We also spotted our first bear in the wild along the creek.

Hello, October, old friend. When the mountains beckon, you go. Looking forward to a restful weekend in Gatlinburg.

I’m officially booked until the next couple of centuries.

Book hauls are my love language.

If I had twice the time, I’d still be time-broke because I’d find twice the things to not have time for.

At the end of the day, don’t we all just want to read books in a cottage during a pouring rain in front of a crackling fire whilst enjoying a plate of emotional support cinnamon rolls?

There’s something intoxicating about the smell of old books.

Always a treasure trove here at my favorite bookstore and the perfect place to spend my day off.

Today’s adventure: ice cream, books, and flea market scavenging.

It will always baffle me how easily people will believe that the poor, the sick, the marginalized, and the immigrant are the cause for all their problems, rather than the people in the most powerful positions in their country who refuse to fix problems and exploit them instead.

Nothing is more well-rested than an unemployed dog.

Took a thrift shop detour on my day off and struck nostalgic gold. #TeamElizabeth

Weak, broken, insecure men who get power and use it to cosplay. That's what we have.

I recognize that "hustle culture" is all the rage, but what about "casually perusing a quaint bookstore on a cobblestone street in Edinburgh during a pouring rain" culture?

If you’re going to steal my credit card information, don’t get a room at a cheap motel, asshole. At least pick a luxurious high-end hotel and make it worth your while.

I am begging you to find a book or movie you've never heard of that looks interesting and take a risk. You don't have to only enjoy things other people have approved.

Movies in the ’90s just hit different. We just rewatched Dangerous Minds and 187, and one thing’s clear—you don’t mess with Michelle Pfeiffer or Samuel L. Jackson.

Happy belated National Daughter’s Day, baby girl.

I wish I had a chemical dependency of some kind. I'm out here rawdogging reality and it's not fun.

Thinking of a book I read in the ’90s. I can’t recall the title or author. The main character was a girl who always chewed grape bubblegum, drank Cherry Coke, and had a crush on an older guy she would see at the diner. #BookSky, please help!

There are countless pressing issues and so much good you could be doing with the power you’ve been given, yet here you are, outraged over a stopped escalator and insisting resources be wasted on it. We do not have a serious country with this man “leading” it.

Before you discover what you love: fewer commitments, more experiments. After you discover what you love: fewer experiments, more commitments. #JamesClear

Semi-regular reminder that a sane country would have already impeached and removed. But then again a sane country wouldn’t have elected a maniac criminal twice in the first place.

If uninterrupted couch time isn’t your thing, just add a child and a puppy to your life. Problem solved.

Got my copy of #107Days, and I’m already loving the first line: “Auntie! Auntie!” @kamalaharris.com

Be a handwritten love letter in a world full of Snapchats.

The great sleeping giant of America always remains asleep until some venality becomes so noxious, some action so disrespectful of the common good, some brutality so noisy, that he has no choice but to awaken. I believe that sleeping giant is awake – and turning the tide on Trump.

I just had the worst bowl of pho, but at least the wall murals are cute. Very K-Pop Demon Hunter-ish, I think.

Heading to pickleball. Bracing myself for all the unsolicited male wisdom.

Autumn is basically just a season-long excuse to live in Stars Hollow. #GilmoreGirls is fall magic — and Luke will forever be my crush.

Pretty disappointing that not a single dad has stepped up when the soccer coach asks for volunteers to bring snacks for game days. It’s always the moms.

We owe our parents an apology. Waking up before the sun rises, cooking at home, going on walks, watching the sunset, and being in bed before 10pm feels amazing. The older I get, the more this makes sense.

You know you’re getting old when you tell your friend the same story you’ve already shared yesterday. I can’t keep track of what I say anymore. Just nod your head and pretend this is your first time hearing it.

I took Tylenol PM so I only have autism at night.

My pet peeve is when an author overuses the same word. Surely there are other words to use in place of ‘austere’.

Remember when people would hide their uninformed opinions? Remember when folks had shame?

Nothing like the thrill of buying a brand new book—until you get home and discover you already own it.

A new book should be like fresh snow—untouched, unmarked, perfect. Stickers on the front covers that won’t peel off without a fight ruin the magic.

Pay close attention to any person who has issue with you wanting to live life on your own terms. Terms that don’t hurt other people. Terms that give you security and peace. Pay very close attention.

The world sits, stunned into silence.

Quite incredible to see serious media outlets being forced to debate the idiot ravings of a world leader as if there’s any validity to them.

How dare I judge other parents who show up an hour to get in line to pick up their kids from school when I, too, am here in line?

Learning to take a breath and mentally count to ten whenever the subject of politics comes up at home. It's just not worth the stress.

If you find yourself on the same side as Donald Trump on literally any topic, you are pitching for the bad guys. It's a pretty easy litmus test.

BREAKING: Introverts don’t want to tell you how their weekend was, so you can go ahead and stop asking. Thank you.

Retreating from the chaos of the world and finding peace between bookstore shelves. At least that was the plan. There’s a really loud group of retirees talking about aches and pains and Neosporin — and I’m not even mad. I’ll probably be them when I get older. Just shooting the shit at the bookstore.