Thursday, August 13, 2015
A recent episode of “This American Life” featured a very proper British woman who discussed the seven things that should never be brought up in polite conversation. Among them, “route talk,” your health, your diet, your dreams and money.
It left me with very little to say.
Fortunately—for everyone—I’m not working in a leasing office. My stories of frantic WebMD searches, tangents about binge...
Thursday, August 6, 2015
In fifth grade I saw a mouse at the vacation house we were renting for the week in Deep Creek, Md. I was an hour into the TGIF line-up—ABC’s magnum opus—when I saw the creature scurry across the mantel above the TV.
Cue an immediate and total meltdown.
In the throes of an 11-year-old freak-out, I strongly suggested we leave the house immediately. When no one made any moves to grab the car keys, I...
Thursday, July 30, 2015
My memories of college move-in days involve a lot of crying or sweating. Sometimes both, together.
At the time, I wasn’t so great at the whole being away from my parents thing. Damn you both for providing me with a loving childhood.
Simultaneously, my college wasn’t so great at the whole air conditioning thing. Three flights of steps + all of my worldly possessions – A/C = a disgruntled father. I...
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Breaking up, as they say, is hard to do. No one ever says the right thing. Someone is always crying. And the dumper, despite the very best of intentions, is automatically the bad guy.
Now imagine if you took the subjective element out of it. Instead of spouting out lines that are meant to comfort but that always feel like crap to hear (“It’s not you, it’s me,” “You deserve so much better”, “I...