Josie Callahan

Then, and only then, is it time. Time for a fall. Time for a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

I want to like it. I really do.

Like any good 90’s girl, I grew up crushing on and jamming out to the sweet harmonies of boy bands.

At times, kids tend to be right — their observations tell it like it is on the most basic, literal level that you just can’t argue with.

My first date lasted fifteen minutes.

If someone loves you along the way, good for you, invite me to the wedding so I can embarrass myself on the dance floor.