Sixteen years of care packages across the Atlantic. Started with one high five in Dublin. Now he’s basically Uncle Steve.
The one item that’s never not in our travel bag. It quiets the chaos and makes unfamiliar spaces feel familiar.
A travel journal since 2009. A log of everywhere I’ve been and everywhere I’ve discovered. The reviews don’t lie.
Two lipsticks I’ve been buying since 2006. Proof that the thing you love can stick around.
Early 2000s songs, a few notes in and you’re right back, windows down, going nowhere.
A wooden box of recipes in her handwriting. Her ink on the things we’d reach for over and over.
If you like olives, you’re going to love this. If you don’t, I might persuade you.
A lawn game that shows up in my best days. Sand, sun, someone laughing when their baton flies sideways.
The sauce that lives in my fridge. Rotisserie chicken, roasted broccoli, whatever—dinner in twenty minutes.
It’s not about grand gestures. It’s about making a regular day a little weirder in the best way.
I did not expect to have feelings about a toilet bowl cleaner. Yet here I am, delighted in my bathroom.
I once wandered a rehearsal dinner with his book, offering poems like tiny favors.
One of my favorite things I’ve ever done.
I have a fravorite dog toy. What, you don’t? That’s silly. Get one. Soft, squeaky, and gift-tested on every dog I love.
Dogs always score above 10/10. Obviously. The scale just wasn’t built for them.
Hide small pieces of chicken around the house. Let your dog loose. Sniff, sniff, sniff.
Happy sad music handmade in Chicago.
I saw them live in 2020 and I’ve been hooked ever since.
A tiny way to spread joy at 30,000 feet.
Confusion, then surprise, then smile.
A clock that takes a whole year to go around. I waited three years for it. It changed how I see time.
A little fancy. For absolutely no reason.
Plus, you can toss it around like a hotdog.
I have purchased nineteen of these since March 2020. Nineteen. I checked my order history.
Permission to be exactly who you are. Messy, loud, quiet, overacting, oversharing. Whatever you need to be.