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  • An Apartment Tail: Fievel Goes to the Dumpster

    I’ve lived in an apartment for over three years now, so naturally I’ve learned a few tricks. Take pest management, for example. A few weeks ago my roommate thrust a chewed-up piece of saltwater taffy in my face, disrupting the quiet time I had requested while watching “Bachelor Pad.” She had discovered the gnawed taffy on the floor of her closet and could only assume one thing: we had a mouse....
  • 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)....

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