Category: Wicked Wanderlust
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Prelude: Chaos Before the Coven At the time, I was living in Traverse City, and we decided to fly out of Grand Rapids for a few reasons: it was closer, it was cheaper, and there just so happened to be an In This Moment concert at 20 Monroe Live the night before our flight. Because…
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💞 Prologue – ‘Cause You’re My Zing The first official movie date my ex-husband and I ever had was to see Hotel Transylvania at the Eaton Theatre. From that night on, it sort of became our thing. We called each other our “Zing”, quoted the movie constantly, and even made our wedding-reception entrance song “My…
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In honor of Derek Sanders of Mayday Parade getting married earlier this month, here’s a throwback to the shot I took of him performing at the last nationwide Vans Warped Tour. A moment frozen in sweat, sound, and summer nostalgia—before the curtain finally closed on an era.
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Prologue – Planning ✈️ If there’s one thing I love, it’s planning. Trips especially. I always have a dozen itineraries tucked away—some lived, some still waiting, and some crafted for other people entirely. (Like our couple friends’ honeymoon in Ireland? Yeah, I planned that.) So when it came time for our first big Disney trip—my…
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⚡ The Second Chance Years ago, I’d snagged tickets when The Forbidden Forest Experience opened in Virginia—but then I got pregnant, and apparently “wandering through dark, muddy woods while summoning spells” wasn’t considered ideal prenatal care. So when it came to Illinois this year, I wasn’t missing it. Not even a Confundus Charm could’ve stopped…
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It Started with Tim We didn’t set out to become regulars at Red Wings games — that credit goes to Tim. 🏒 He’s the real fan. A lifelong believer who went to games with his grandpa back when the Joe was still home ice and Detroit’s glory days weren’t just memories. Hockey runs in his…
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Trip #1: Girls Day (+ Ryan) We parked in the south lot, where the adventure already begins. Before the gates even come into view, you’re funneled down a long wooded stretch that feels more like a secret passageway than a parking path. It’s the perfect prelude—like the trees themselves know you’re stepping into another world.…