Because it’s not all beach parties and booze, and anyway, screw beach parties and booze.
I’m now living in an actual situation in which I have to decide between Door One and Door Two, and both options suck. Door One used to be our main entrance into our apartment. We …
What do you do when others refuse to use your chosen name the instant someone who ranks higher in the patriarchy shows up with the same name?
I will never, never understand cake mix. Since cake has no nutritional value, its only function is to taste good. But if you make it from a mix, you end up with something more akin to aerated ceiling plaster with a hint of propylene glycol. Since it doesn’t taste good, it has no purpose.
It’s not about the cake. It’s not about the calories or sugar, or even the wheat. It’s about you questioning my decision, which is among the most inconsequential decisions I will make in my life.
There is a certain view that if we just sit back and stop worrying, the universe will take care of it. But there’s more than one meaning of “take care of it.” Sometimes, “take care …
What if you’re writing a book for children, but you want a character to swear profusely? In my upcoming middle grade chapter book, Pumpkin Goblins, I have a goblin character fond of “swearing.” Like so: …
I would steal your TV, sell it, and use the money to buy crystallized ginger on the streets. The fact that it’s now Christmastime only means that it’s socially acceptable for me to eat ginger like a maniac.
I wrote this post earlier in the summer, but held it back because August was so cool. But now that it’s September and summer has returned to toy with us some more, I have decided …
Cookouts are a hotbed of danger, awkwardness, and yard games. It’s bad enough trying to sit comfortably at a sun-baked picnic table splattered in bird shit, but really, that’s only the beginning. With Labor Day …
Last week was a busy week, so my previous update to Humidfest 2014 was two weeks ago. In that last Humidfest 2014 post, I wrote about summer activities that are actually better in winter. There …
The other day, someone I met five years after I graduated college asked me if I’d finished school yet. It’s not the first time this has happened to me. For once, I gave up, said …
