I'm standing in the parking lot of Wegmans in Ithaca, New York. I open the backdoor of my parents' banged up white Caddy, the car I use every time I'm upstate. Before I set my grocery stash in the back of the car, I reach into the hot plastic bag to shred a piece of…

Today is my last day being 34 years old. Like every year, I am reflecting on all of the ups and downs, the best places I’ve traveled to, the things and people I’ve lost, the things and people I’ve gained. Last year on my bday (peep my photoshop skills!) 34 is a strange one. Some of…