The Best Little Hoagie Place in Pennsylvania
I need to tell you about the best bologna sandwich I've ever had. I realize that most people don't have specific memories about bologna sandwiches...or even specific feelings about bologna sandwiches...but years later I can tell you every delicious detail about that sandwich. It was that good.
What My Students Taught Me About Race
I'm nervous as I write this. I worry that I'm subconsciously writing it for selfish reasons. I worry that it's unfocused. I worry that it will be received poorly. I worry that I'll offend. I worry about a lot of things.
A Revised History Of Old Junk
I have a secret. For generations, the women in my family have shared a strange and mystical gift; an ancient power so rare and so magical that we scarcely ever speak about it in polite company. Through out the ages this gift has proved to be both a blessing and a burden, and it is often gravely misunderstood by our loved ones.
The Long and Complicated Saga of How I Became A Cat Lady
The whole thing started because my husband likes to pee outside. We’re not weirdos. We live on several acres of woods and don’t have neighbors. Yes, it's peaceful. Yes, we’re very lucky. Yes, we have bears. (No, we’re not moving somewhere closer to civilization, Dad!) There’s a deck off of his office, and (if the mood strikes in the evening), my husband enjoys standing out there, taking in the sweet sounds of the evening forest...and peeing on it.
The Essential Playlist for Fans Experiencing "Schitt's Creek" Withdrawal
My dear readers. I need you all to take a deep breath and say this with me: Schitt's Creek is over. I know that was hard, but it's important to speak those words into the universe so that the healing can begin. When the Levy family (Eugene, Dan and oft-overlooked Uncle Fred) announced that their little Canadian TV series of pure perfection and light would end after its sixth season, we all fell into our own (hopefully) metaphorical pits of despair. As of this writing, it's been two days shy of a full year since the CBC and POP Channel aired that masterful gut-punch of a series finale. We attended the Greatest Wedding in the History of Ever, checked out of the RoseBud Motel and bid adieu to Johnny, Moira, Alexis and David (aka our BFFs). Never again will we grab a smoothie at Cafe Tropical or pick up a toilet plunger at Rose Apothecary or swing by Bob's Garage for a tune-up.
To My Mother, Who Gave Me a Sense of Humor.
Hey, Mommy. I’ve started then deleted my opening sentence about seven times, and somewhere in my head I can hear your soft, sweet voice speaking to me from the beyond:
- First Place in If This, Then That Challenge
The Nostalgic Xennial's Guide to Children's Television (That Doesn't Suck)
Hey, fellow Xennials. Did you know that some call us the Oregon Trail Generation? We were born on the cusp of Generation X and the Millennials. We're too young to appreciate Reaganomics and too old to understand Tik Tok. We were born in an analog world and grew up with evolving technology.
Purging 2020 Energy Through 5 Easy Tasks
Full disclosure: I have no idea what I'm doing. I am a middle-aged suburban(ish) working mom, and in 2019, Netflix told me that Tidying Up With Marie Kondo was required viewing for all of us middle-aged suburban(ish) working moms. But I totally blew off the assignment and went to the mall with my friends instead. From what I've pieced together from the other middle-aged suburban(ish) working moms who actually do have their life together (or at least pretend well), Marie Kondo is an organization expert who suggests that if an object doesn't spark joy, it shouldn't be in your home.