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Sometimes, the most memorable meals happen in the most unexpected places. Tucked away in the Southwest Ranchers Farmers Market in Davie, Florida, there's a food truck that goes by a simple name--Hummus--but don't let that simplicity fool you. This place serves up flavor, soul, and an atmosphere that makes you want to linger long after your plate is clean. We stopped by one evening before making our way down to the Hard Rock Casino and split the chicken platter, and let me jus

If you happen to walk along the Broadwalk at Hollywood Beach, you're in for a treat. By the way, if you haven't visited yet, it's worth it! However, I know that many locals and visitors tend to miss this area. If you do venture out that way, you might notice something that stands out among the beachgoers, concert attendees, and diners along the coastal walk. Those delicious-looking waffle cones stuffed with sweet treats are called Puffles. They are conveniently located in the

While taking a little getaway from the frolicking of South Florida, we came across the little community of Lake Worth. A very charming town that is close enough to be near if needed, and far enough to be away from everyone unless required. During our stay, we found a little slice of Paris you might just miss if you're not looking carefully. (Though I've never been to Paris, so in fairness, really don't know.) But I would assume it resembles, very closely and dearly, the best

The year I made it… and started to lose it all. COVID-19 marked the beginning of when my life started to collapse. Well… the mark of the beginning of the end of my death, well, Palmer’s death, and the life I had created. The version of me that I loved. There was the version of me reserved for family. Quiet. Polite. Compliant. Loved, but only under certain conditions. And then there was my true identity. Palmer. Palmer had one goal defined by the very things that I loved about

The strange thing about starting over is nobody announces it. There is no trumpet. No confetti cannon. No polite calendar invite titled “Your Life Is About to Implode.” It happens quietly. Like a door clicking shut behind you while you’re still inside the room. I did not ask for my beginning to end. I loved my posh little life. My posh little apartment with its dramatic windows and the kind of lighting that made even takeout containers look editorial. My posh little job in At