Is Wine The New Beer?
Why wine should replace beer as the standard American barbecue beverage. Read the rest of this gem…
This Is A Post About Breasts.
I looked at myself in the mirror and assessed. As we do.
Not terrible, I thought, which is much kinder than I usually am to myself. My 32-year-old body has never borne the burden of birth and so, for the most part, while things might not looks as fresh as they did when I was 22 and I’m certainly not as thin, most pieces are still in their proper places. Mostly. Read the rest of this gem…
A Domestiphobe’s Guide To Accessory Shopping.
Okay I’ll admit it.
I’m horrible at shopping for accessories. The idea of spending money on something that’s going to have no other function than to sit around my house and look pretty has often felt, to me, like a terrible waste. (And I already have a husband for that. Kidding! He also strips my floors.) Read the rest of this gem…
And Then Ashton Kutcher Sent Me A Present.
“Katie, you’re not going to like this, but I’m just going to say it.” I looked at him wearily, the way anyone would look at someone who is about to ruin your day. Especially when that person is technically your employer, and even more especially when you’re living in a foreign country. Read the rest of this gem…
Liquid Olives And Sangria: The Ice Breakers Of The Future.
The membrane felt slick and delicate against my tongue. It was nearly tasteless — as though an enlarged droplet of water had been served to me on a silver spoon. Except the droplet was green and clearly not water. Read the rest of this gem…
It’s Like We All Wanna Be Famous Even Though We’re Not Good At Anything.
Your generation’s addicted to attention.
“YES!” I sat up and shouted at the television, scattering balls of used tissues and startling the mutts from their warm puppy slumber. Read the rest of this gem…
To WIT.
The city appeared newer than I’d expected.
Sodden and gray in its refusal to quit winter, I thought most of Boston’s buildings might be brick and colonial — not sleek and concrete. But modern monstrosities dwarf the stunted historicals as towering testaments to the industrial age. And somehow, interestingly, it works. Read the rest of this gem…