Thursday, October 3, 2013
If I had to make a life list of the things I most despise, making small talk would fall just below people leaving uneaten desserts at restaurants and glitter (it never goes away).
Consider the conversation required in an elevator. Whether it’s a stranger or my best friend, the second those doors shut and I have to decide whether to look directly at them or speak to them through their reflection...
Thursday, September 26, 2013
My younger brother and I were always trying to make a buck. Well, wanting to make a buck. The trying, not as much.
Our more ambitious entrepreneurial peers were manning lemonade stands, cutting grass and selling baked goods, but Chris and I wanted to do something a bit more creative.
Naturally, we settled on a carnival.
Our yard wasn’t humongous, but we were confident we had just enough space for...
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Three years ago, my friend dressed as Bob Ross for Halloween. Once brushed out, Joe’s curly hair was a dead ringer for the painter’s giant ‘fro, and he spent hours meticulously applying the faux facial hair he still had from an old role in a church play.
The resemblance was uncanny.
As the evening progressed, and the drinks continued to flow, Joe’s ‘happy little trees’ were getting happier and...
Thursday, September 5, 2013
All of these back-to-school commercials are making me feel a little sick.
I’m not really sure why—I always loved going to school. I sat in the seat directly behind the bus driver, after all.
And yet my stomach still churns whenever I see a sale on spiral notebooks and jeans. Perhaps it’s the thought of summer ending—no more warm nights with the car windows rolled down, extra daylight or trips to...