Don’t Hate Me Eugene, But I Just Ate Oregon

A few weeks ago, I was invited to my parents' house for dinner. My aunt and uncle, who live an hour away, were there, too. We were gathered in the sunroom on a rainy weekend afternoon (oh, the irony), drinking wine and chatting about life. My mom brought out a bowl of tortilla chips as … Continue reading Don’t Hate Me Eugene, But I Just Ate Oregon