William Holland

There comes a point every week—usually around Thursday at 2:47 PM—when your brain stops working, your productivity flatlines, and you start aggressively googling “cheap flights anywhere warm.” This isn’t burnout. This is your soul politely (and repeatedly) asking for a weekend getaway. And honestly? We should be listening. Weekend getaways are the adult version of recess. Remember recess? You’d run around for 20 minutes, scream for no reason, maybe fall down, and suddenly life made sense...

There comes a time in every adult’s life when they’re forced to choose a side: not politics, not religion—but craft beer vs. domestic beer. It usually starts innocently. You walk into a bar just looking for something cold, refreshing, and capable of making your coworkers seem slightly more interesting. Then suddenly, you’re holding a menu that reads like a fantasy novel and costs more than your first car payment. On one side, you have domestic beer. The loyal, no-questions-asked friend. The...

St. Patrick’s Day is a magical holiday. It’s the one day of the year where everyone suddenly becomes 6% Irish, green beer is considered a beverage group, and wearing a shirt that says “Kiss Me, I’m Irish”  feels like a reasonable fashion choice. But like all great traditions that involve large quantities of day drinking, there are rules. Not official rules. More like guidelines that prevent you from waking up the next morning wondering why your phone is full of blurry selfies with strangers...