I don’t even like donuts, particularly. My comrades already eye me with suspicion, since I’m not fond of dogs or guns, either. This donut admission may push them over the edge. Mind you, I’m not being righteous. My weaknesses are savory – crusty bagels loaded with cream cheese or...
So an obsessive neat freak in Japan makes millions telling us to throw everything away and suddenly we’re all aspiring to lives of austerity. She also tells us to spend hours twisting underpants into origami. She tells us to thank our socks for their service as we roll them...
How long do you have to wait before you can delete your dead mother-in-law’s contact info from your phone? I’m asking for a friend. It’s a tricky question: There she is, popping up under Recent Contacts when she should be staying six feet under. Wiping her from the database...
It was a jewelry party – think Pampered Chef or Tupperware, with more bling and higher price points. I had all I could do to escape without betraying the names of twenty close friends who’d just love to be contacted about hosting jewelry parties themselves. If you get called,...
Life is lived in the gray areas, even if you dye your hair. Between the extremes of bottle black and platinum blond lie all the various shades of relative truth. Neat and tidy as it would be to inhabit a wrong-or-right, black-or-white world, we don’t. Situational ethics govern us....