Thursday, August 30, 2012
The most exciting part about getting a school locker was decorating the inside. It was your chance to say, “Hey world—this is me.”
In middle school, “me” was someone who loved Jonathan Taylor Thomas. J.T.T. was adorable, but he also had an edge. He was the only intelligent son on “Home Improvement” and had the voice of an angel on “The Lion King” soundtrack. Homeboy’s got pipes.
J.T.T. was, in...
Thursday, August 23, 2012
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....
Thursday, August 9, 2012
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...
Friday, August 3, 2012
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...