The Tribe Has Spoken
This authenticity and unfettered humanity is what reality TV set out to show the world, and Survivor continues to be the standard bearer.
Gentle As They Go
My hands, people tell me, are soft.
On Only Having Guy Friends
It took a while for me to break out of my preconceived notions that girls only liked sugar and spice and everything nice, but the new hurdle was suppressing all those questions about chemistry.
On Having “Guy Friends”
It’s unclear to me, still, how much of this was based in an adolescent desire for male approval.
Getting Old
The concoction will be lightly effervescent when it’s ready.
The Wheels on the Struggle Bus (or Julia’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day)
HOW DARE THE SUN SHINE WHEN I FEEL LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH STUCK ON THE UNDERSIDE OF A PARK BENCH THAT HAS BEEN PEED ON BY DOG.
24 Hours in February
1:15 p.m. “Ope, it’s 1:15, I’ve got to run now,” he says. “Thank you, great to meet you.”
Put Out the Oven Fire: Practical Advice for When Your World is Ending
I promise, I will tell the story about the two-foot flames licking at the burners when I cracked open the oven door.
The Front Runner
Her writing was an act of taking a love that for centuries had been pushed to the margins and defiantly sticking it on the center of the page.
On Homeownership, Citizenship, and Stewardship
Maybe the heating bills could have been lower. Maybe this leak wouldn’t have happened. Maybe my house wouldn’t be sick.
