Well, the gentleman gave an excellent Christmas gift this year… even after I said I didn’t need anything. If money were no object… If money were no object, I’d put an end to class disparity. If money were no object, I’d topple corrupt financial. . .
There are many ways to hold a Thanksgiving dinner. Often, we throw a party when good things happen. A father celebrates when his missing son comes home. A child is born, people marry, finish school, or get promoted. The harvest comes in, a trade. . .
When we lived with housemates last year, I watched astonished as Liz ordered a few meal subscription boxes. It seemed crazy, and expensive. But it’s a growing trend in America: pay $40-80 for a week’s worth of dinners, and all the ingredients come in. . .
As a student, I used a weekly planner to track my assignments. My life was on paper then: a diary, to-do lists, a planner, and handwritten letters and notes to friends. Now, my mind is on my devices: checking social media, email, calendars, and. . .
I’ve been in Kazakhstan for the past two weeks on an exchange program, but just realized some friends don’t know much about it. Below, I’ve listed a few key facts you might store in your head and share with others: It’s an enormous land.. . .
Oddly enough, I started writing about bucket lists… and ended up exploring my thoughts on wills. So here we are. I suppose I felt I had to set bucket lists in the context of our wills, because I see both as a snapshot of. . .
If the women in your life disappeared, what would happen? Reading about this today, I realized I’d find it hard to get much done: no bus driver to take me to work no one to purchase the library’s journals no one to manage the. . .
I’m a big pusher for libraries. “Did you know they have free stuff?” I say. You roll your eyes. Yes, you know. “I mean, they have books, but did you know they have other free stuff?” *** It’s easy to take the free thing. . .
As a child, I drank in folktales in all colors, from the olive book of fairy tales to the crimson and lilac books. And then, I tried rustling through the coats in our large wooden wardrobe to find Narnia, or sweeping under the rug to. . .