Thursday, October 15, 2015
In seventh grade I was charged with making a mosaic of an Egyptian king for social studies class. Sounds more like art class, but your call, Mrs. Voleri.
I spent the next weekend toiling away with a pair of scissors and a pad of construction paper, carefully arranging and gluing each onto a poster board. By Sunday night, I closely resembled the Hunchback of Notre Dame and my right hand was locked...
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
All of us at one time or another had a job that was, let’s say, less than fulfilling and that we dreamed of quitting. Hand-in-hand with that of course is how we would quit, thus inspiring many fantasies about telling off the boss, co-workers or interminable clients. Hollywood has provided great fodder for this – Jennifer Aniston in Office Space, Bill Murray in Stripes or Tom Cruise in Jerry...
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Some of my friends have very simple screening criteria when searching for a significant other: You must have a bed, with a frame, in a place that does not also house your parents.
Futons, mattresses thrown on the floor, a nightly snack drop-off from mother dearest; you’re in your late 20s, people—get your act together.
While some of my counterparts may not know what a fitted sheet is, I want to...
Thursday, September 17, 2015
There’s something that seems to snap in most people after that third lap around a crowded parking lot. The first two times, you’re sitting calmly behind the wheel, confident an open parking space will surely make its presence known.
And then you make that third lap and you start morphing into the Hulk. And by you, I mean my Dad.
It’s always at the worst time, too—some sort of holiday or family...