Author: Maggie Mauro

There comes a point in adulthood when you realize your kid’s snacks are objectively better than your meals. That moment hit me somewhere between sneakily stealing a mozzarella stick from …

Let me start by saying this: I never thought I’d be writing a heartfelt (and slightly resentful) review of a box of fruit. Yet here we are. Welcome to late-stage …

Here’s the thing—I wasn’t actively shopping for shoes that could outthink me. I wasn’t pacing the aisles whispering, “You know what my life needs? Footwear with a superiority complex.” But …

It all started with a simple goal: make dinner without setting off the smoke alarm or crying into a sink full of burnt rice. Ambitious, I know. But then I …

Let’s talk about Laredo Boots. Specifically, the Maddie ones. Because nothing says “I’m prepared to square dance or judge a pie-eating contest” like slipping into a pair of these cowgirl …

There comes a time in every dad’s life—somewhere between the annual lawnmower tune-up and the deep existential reflection over grill temperature zones—when he realizes he needs serious shoes. Not dad …

Let’s talk about Tikka Masala. Or rather, let’s talk about what passes for Tikka Masala when you’re living the glamorous life of dietary restrictions. You know the drill—no dairy, no …

Let me start by saying: I have trust issues. Mostly with any food product that describes itself as “high in probiotics” and “chef-crafted” in the same sentence. It usually ends …

Let me paint you a picture: it’s 7:45 AM, I’m staring into the abyss (aka my empty coffee mug), and I’m debating whether breakfast is worth the effort. Enter Grandy …

Let me start by saying that I’m not typically a “glassware person.” My bar setup is more “college reunion” than “Michelin star,” and I’ve been known to drink a $45 …

Let’s be honest: buying jarred pasta sauce should never feel like a commitment. You’re just trying to get dinner on the table without setting the kitchen on fire. And yet, …