Rebecca Davis
Monday afternoon, I was leaving the Langdon office. I knew I hadn’t had lunch, and I knew I wanted a snack for the ride home, and I needed to figure out an idea for dinner. I fully believe the worst part of being an adult is having to decide what to fix for dinner each night. I tell myself time and time again, I don’t need to go grocery shopping while I’m hungry, but I never heed my own a...