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  • I, Too, Used to Smell Like a Tub of Garlic Bread

    One night when I was waitressing I asked an older male customer if he wanted dessert. He winked and said, “yes, how about your number?” I informed him we were all out of that. The three months I spent as a server at my local pizzeria gave me a newfound respect for everything waiters and waitresses have to put up with on a daily basis. From the 19-year-old dish washer in the back of the kitchen...
  • Ho, Ho…Hold Up!

    I believed in Santa Claus until I was 12. When my mom told me the truth I began crying and considered self-medicating with a mix of pills and candy canes before remembering that the Easter Bunny, thank God, was alive and well. Santa Claus was a devastating blow, but now that the charade was over, my parents could stop hiding my gifts—including Will Smith’s “Big Willie Style” album—at a neighbor...
  • Cautious Optimism With a Side of Corn Pudding

    Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on the things in our life for which we are truly grateful. For me, that’s family, friends and pants with an elastic waistband. And the sweet potato. But the list doesn’t end there. I’m thankful that this November—unlike last—I did not trip running for the bus, skid down the pavement with my palms (and a can of tuna I was carrying for lunch) acting as brakes and...
  • Productivity By the Pint

    I once interned at a publishing company in Bath, England—and by interned, I mean sat at a desk in a basement that felt only slightly warmer than a meat locker and politely declined approximately 39 cups of the Brits’ beloved tea each day. There, I learned an important lesson about creativity. Each morning, the head writer would meander into the office around 10 a.m. in jeans and a wrinkled t-...

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