Wednesday, February 19, 2014
I had many childhood dreams. One was to fall in love at a sleep-away summer camp.
I used to be fixated on the idea of spending two months on a lake somewhere in Maine doing arts and crafts, water-skiing to my heart’s content and having a respectable summer fling with a 14-year-old boy most likely named Ethan or Cory. We would bond over our shared love of water sports, spend the summer flirting...
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
I’ve noticed a few things in my 27th year. Namely, that I’m getting old.
Now, before you start rolling your (deteriorating) eyes in a “child, please” manner, let me explain. I understand that 27—in the scheme of one’s entire life—is still very young. But I also understand that this is around the time where it’s starts to feel kind of cool to play the adult card.
When I was 25, I felt the need to...
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
My mom has a habit of trying to surprise me with good news by leaving voicemails that sound anything but.
“Lauren, call me when you get this” is a personal favorite. She left that voicemail a few years ago, her tone foreboding. Now, if I were a TV daughter, I would have been Full House’s D.J. Tanner—damn near perfect (minus the time she accidentally fell asleep on her boyfriend’s shoulder)—yet I...
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
It’s always awkward when someone gets a haircut. It seems rude not to acknowledge it, so you have to start by asking the obvious: “Hey, did you get a haircut?!”
When they say yes, there’s only one appropriate response: “It looks great!”
It could be the ugliest haircut in the world—a mullet or a rat tail or a Kate Gosselin—but you certainly can’t say so.
You may even find said haircut socially...