Yesterday I walked past a group of middle schoolers. One was looking at her phone and nonchalantly said to another, "...no, my dad died and gave me $600,000." What the hell kind of question would prompt that answer?
"Aren't you going to run out of allowance if you keep treating us all to pizza everyday?"
"Don't you think your plans for a face tattoo will hinder future employment opportunities?"
“You look poor. Are you poor?”
No, the one on the right.
Lip balm is my favorite. Being as dry and flaky as a blue ribbon pie crust, it’s a necessity (and if you're thinking "it just makes you more chapped, quit it and you won't need it", don't you think I've tried??)
Read MoreThe thrift store find of the Decade. Last decade.
Read MoreYou may think the Holiday season is over--and you may be a little wrong.
Read MoreBack in the day, my family always mowed down our Christmas tree smack dab between Thanksgiving and Christmas—and since that happened to be my birthday, I got to pick the victim.
Read MoreA couple weeks ago, I took a bus trip to my mother's house, located in the heart of central NY. Here’s a handful of pictures.
Read MoreIn 1987 or so, my parents separated, and a sympathetic widower friend allowed my mother, my two older brothers and me to move into his empty house and be caretakers.
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