Thursday, February 11, 2016
My parents and I visited my brother in Florida at the end of his freshman year in college. When we arrived, it became very clear that nothing had been cleaned since September. And by cleaned, I mean sheets literally not changed once.
Already verging on a nervous breakdown from the state of disarray, my Mom walked into the bathroom. The level of uncleanliness was too much to bare.
“I did not...
Thursday, January 28, 2016
My best friend and I lived together for five years. During that time, her boyfriend lived with us for about 8 months. After they broke up, he stayed for another month.
The Vatican is currently reviewing my application for Sainthood.
Fortunately, this ex-boyfriend wasn’t a psycho. He didn’t set the place on fire, or do drugs, or throw house parties until 3 a.m. Still, he was unauthorized. (And,...
Thursday, January 7, 2016
My Dad is a high school English teacher, which means he corrected my grammar from the moment I began speaking. Not at all annoying!
While I didn’t appreciate the dinner-time lessons on possessive pronouns and past participles (please don’t ask me to define them), I am now thankful that I can (usually) string a sentence together. As a writer, that’s a required skill.
Turns out Marc...
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Five years ago I heard about this thing called Airbnb. I was staying in San Diego for a few days by myself after a work conference and decided to try it out.
I arrived at my Airbnb, my host showed me inside…and then she stayed. And I realized I hadn’t quite read the listing correctly. I wasn’t renting out this apartment for three days, I was staying in this woman’s spare bedroom.