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  • My 2004 Laptop: The Little Computer That Could

    My mother is incredibly frugal. She hates to “waste” money on restaurant meals she can make at home, rarely grocery shops without coupons and drove her beaten-up 1996 Ford Windstar until it reached 200,000 miles and died on the side of the road. (According to my father, her side of the family likes to hold onto their vehicles until they “blow up.”)   For better or worse, I am my mother’s...
  • It's Raining—Men, That Is

    It reached 106 degrees outside of Washington, D.C., in July—a temperature, combined with the humidity, that had me seriously considering a move to Antarctica. Surely they’re in need of a multifamily housing blogger over there.   While I received temporary relief sitting in the movie theater, where I fanned myself with two hours’ worth of scenes in which Channing Tatum and the rest of the “Magic...
  • Dipping My Toes—and Phone—In the 21st Century

    I went kayaking with a few friends the day it reached 106 degrees in Washington, D.C. (mistake No. 1). As I awkwardly climbed into my boat with the grace of a baby fawn learning how to use its legs, the 12-year-old boy by the docks assured me my possessions would be safe—and dry—in a spot in back of the kayak. He seemed wise and weathered beyond his years, so I trusted him (mistake No. 2)....
  • Animal House

    Last year, my roommate and I agreed that should one of us unexpectedly get run over by a bus or killed in a kitchen fire because someone (Stephanie) forgot to unplug the George Foreman grill, the survivor would immediately destroy a box containing all of their friend’s most embarrassing, private and objectionable personal items.   That’s not to say I’m hiding a Polaroid of an indecent encounter...

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