Lots of things come to mind when I think about sharks, but not jazz—and definitely not slumber parties. Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada wants to change that. 

I used to think that magical forests existed only in fairytales. Then I discovered Inniswood Metro Gardens, whose lavish and playful world made me a believer of supernatural nature. 

Some people believe that gardens have souls. After visiting Schnormeier Gardens in Gambier, I agree.

I’ve been afraid of alligators my whole life. During a recent trip to Naples, I made the (shockingly brave) decision to (willingly) encounter one. 

A lot can happen when you trade life’s bustle for the rustling of leaves.

Until last month, it wouldn’t have occurred to me to willingly visit a greenhouse or botanical garden. Now I weed and plant with fury.  

Wildlights at The Columbus Zoo is a pretty fantastic way to kick-start those fuzzy season feelings. 

I used to laugh at Leaf Lookers. Until I became the very thing at which I used to snicker. 

It’s not every day that we welcome a new city park in Columbus, let alone one facing the Olentangy River. 

What better way to enjoy A Midsummer Night’s Dream than under the stars in the middle of the summer, armed with with an impossibly tasty pizza? 

Downtown Columbus used to bustle with Midwest energy. But then suburban utopias exploded on all sides of I-270, and downtown became emptier than school on a Sunday. 

When I was a kid, I secretly envied garbage men. Unlike me, they were allowed to stand on the edges of moving trucks and were entrusted with hauling away sacred remnants of people’s lives. 

It ain’t fall in Ohio until you pick your pumpkin. 

Sometimes, you just have to set down the laptop and get outside.

I planted something. It bloomed. Holy cow.

CSA programs have been getting a lot of attention. Since this is my third year in one, I wanted to explain why I do it.