I honestly can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed and down to Earth (ha ha … it’s kind of funny) as when I was gazing at the stars.

I’m hoping if my friends sit in the bleachers with a hot dog, cotton candy or lemonade, they’ll get why millions of Americans consider baseball our national pastime.

A shocking amount of my not-yet-existent memoir would take place at the pool I work at. Considering I spend about 2 1/2 months a year there, it’s a little strange. But the pool is the place I’ve done the majority of my “emotional growing up.”

Maybe my future is with plastics. Maybe it’s not. I’ll be fine no matter what.

I was thrilled to hear last Thursday that two local radio stations were playing only ‘90s songs during the holiday weekend. I love ‘90s music. From Nirvana to the Gin Blossoms to the Spice Girls the Wallflowers to *NSYNC, I can’t get enough of it. I think it was a ...

The other night, on my way home from a friend’s birthday party, “The Warrior” by Patty Smyth and Scandal came on the radio. As odd as it may sound, Scandal’s hit is one of my favorite songs.

Today was just a lousy day all around.

I have good news: The world is becoming a happier place.

I’ve been thinking a lot about families lately. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I’m leaving my family for the first time in a few months to go to college.

I graduate from high school tonight.