Thursday, December 6, 2012
Several years ago my Mom and I were each enjoying a McDonalds ice cream cone from the comfort of our Windstar mini-van when a car full of teenage boys pulled up next to us in the parking lot.
A few moments later, the guy in the passenger seat rolled down his window and threw an empty cheeseburger container on the ground.
“Excuse me,” Mom immediately said, pointing to the ground...
Thursday, November 29, 2012
England and the United States, in the scheme of all things international, don’t appear to be that different from one another. We all speak English, after all.
And yet, upon arriving in Bath during my junior year of college to study abroad for the semester, it was obvious I was outside of my cultural comfort zone.
Consider, for example, the first time I ate at a British McDonalds and...
Thursday, November 15, 2012
A holiday party is a hot mess.
Whether it’s a gathering with friends or family, such celebrations seem to involve more beer than cheer; more inappropriate passes than clinked glasses. The single guys and gals become painfully aware of just how alone they truly are—and, if you’re me, search the premises for a sprig of mistletoe, the likes of which apparently only exists in...
Thursday, November 1, 2012
When my brain was being assembled, a lot of attention was paid to my right side. Someone decided to take a snooze, however, when it came to the left.
Now, that’s not to say that part of my noggin is completely hollow. I’d like to think I have a talent for words, for example. Otherwise, I’m not sure why I’m getting paid for this job. I am still getting paid, right?...