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I went on an amazing vacation recently. Snow-capped mountains, warm and sunny days, and a new pair of skis for my birthday. And for a not insignificant chunk of that trip, I was unnnnn-comfortable. Everyone has a comfort zone, and I was three nautical miles outside of mine. I was sick with a cold, then altitude
Ever had a bad day? Ever felt low energy, or just low? No? Then get off the internet, you charlatan. Seriously, sometimes life hands you not lemons but 10-pound lemon-yellow bowling balls covered in the gunk that makes movie theater floors so sticky. And in these moments, it’s important to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
“I was fun, once.” Please imagine me hoarsely croaking this at you from a shadowy corner, staring at you through the hazy smoke from my own cigarette in an old bar that smells like regret. That’s how I feel sometimes — like a retired fun person — especially when talking to younger people, or to my
This week one of my sisters had a birthday of some numerical value. No, I’m not sure how old she is. Yes, I could easily just add five years to my own age. No, I’m not sure how old I am either. Listen, I’m the baby of the family. I’m not here to keep an
Happy New Year, everyone! Despite strong evidence that, globally, 2015 was a garbage year, I really enjoyed mine. I had novel experiences, made new friends, paid my rent, and consumed many meals and beers. That, in a nutshell, is the recipe for happiness. 2015 was also my first full year running this website, and it
When you think of the holidays, what comes to mind? Presents? Tall, decorated evergreen trees? Wreaths? Disposable cups from Starbucks? For me, it’s all of the above PLUS hours spent watching sappy holiday movies with my mom. Preferably of the made-for-TV variety. If you sit down to a made-for-TV holiday movie expecting a solid plot
When I was home in Pennsylvania this past Thanksgiving, I was thinking — not for the first time — how different holidays are these days now that we have a few small children in the house. Not my children, of course. I’m still a childless waste of good genes over here (KIDDING, kids are cute but scary).
As I prepared to type the sentence “I love celebrating things,” I had to stop and remind myself not to be dumb. That’s like saying I love breathing or sleeping. Everyone loves celebrating things, don’t they? So let’s just say I especially love it, and will come up with darn near any excuse to do so. This weekend, though,
This week, a very funny – and for some people, painfully true – post has been circulating from Washington Post humor columnist (and DC-based playwright) Alexandra Petri. In response to actress Jennifer Lawrence’s short but sweet Lenny Letter on why she is paid less than her male colleagues and how she’s done trying to find the
So you’ve decided to try your hand at gardening, eh? The old green thumb. Mother Nature’s helper. The plant whisperer. Santa’s Little Dirt Baby. Listen, I know you’re qualified. I relate to you and your ambitions. You’ve seen other people’s lush backyard gardens and thriving house plants and you’re positive you, too, can crush the
