(We just didn’t know it at the time)
After sharing some dating stories with friends, one pal asked me, “You ever wonder if your problem is you’re too aggressive?”
Maybe it’s because I’ve watched too many Barbara Stanwyck movies or have been single too long, but I like to get to the point (after three dates: “Are you ever going to kiss me?”). I hate the delayed responses and not knowing where I stand. In the world of dating, I’m the chick who reads the end of the book first.
I was reminded of the aggressive question when I reluctantly…
Right before the world went into a global pandemic lockdown, I was volunteering at a beer festival. As I was pouring beer (and who knows what else) to the masses, two men showed up dressed as ’80s rock stars for the event — complete with wigs, sunglasses, and bandanas. I couldn’t help but be attracted to the goofiness they brought to the occasion, their loose karaoke covers. Maybe they caught me looking, but the slightly intoxicated guys ended up coming over to the booth my friends and I were pouring at. …
“Here’s how I know you’re not in your twenties,” said a twentysomething friend. “Your music taste.” He began to list off singers in my musical wheelhouse, like Cyndi Lauper.
Since hitting my mid-30s, I’ve leaned in hard on listening to female singers of a certain age, including Kylie Minogue and Mariah Carey, both of which are still releasing new music, because I dig their experienced outlook on love and being single. It’s like having your aunt or older sister sing to you that love happens — and unhappens — at all ages, and there’s something soothing and hopeful about it…
Target store, April 2003, is when Megan plucked me out of obscurity, quite literally. Actually, if I recall it correctly, it was her mother who selected me from the greeting card slots.
“This is such a cute one,” she said to Megan. And admittedly I was. A sepia-toned photo of two little kids on glossy matte, one boy and one girl, standing in the ocean together.
Megan read my inscription over her mother’s shoulder. “I waded my whole life for you. That is cute.”
“You should buy it,” Megan’s mother said.
Rejoice! My first true prospective customer, and I was…
How My Love of Devon Sawa Marked Peak Teen Mag Culture
As an adolescent growing up in the ’90s, I found the idea of grocery shopping the sexiest of mundane errands thanks to the peewee football comedy Little Giants.
In a key scene in the film, Becky “The Icebox” O’Shea (Shawna Waldron) is strolling down a grocery aisle, eating a box of powdered donuts, when she makes a startling discovery: QB prospect Junior Floyd (Devon Sawa) effortlessly throwing toilet paper rolls into a shopping cart. He bites his lip. He tosses. He doesn’t miss.
Summer of 2015 is coming to a close, and it’s been a good one for bands like Walk the Moon, Fetty Wap, and Omi, whose hits have been dominating radio, Spotify, and iTunes downloads. But given recent history, these up-and-coming artists may not be as fortunate in the summer of 2016.
The Best New Artist Grammy Award has often been believed to be a curse, with many winners hitting their stride only to completely disappear (Paula Cole and Starland Vocal Band are a couple of notable examples). …
It should have been one of the best days of my writing career.
After months of editing, reworking, and retooling my first published work, it finally got released on Amazon. Like a mother waiting for the birth of a child, I had long awaited for this piece of me to be born. It’s something every little kid with a pencil and a notebook dreams of (or in today’s generation, a little kid with a laptop and an imagination).
However, the book’s release coincided with a low-point in my writing career: a mass lay-off at my full-time job, where I was…
The holidays are a religious time of year.
There’s of course Christmas, which celebrates the birth of Jesus in Christianity. The Jewish holiday of Hanukkah, which commemorates the rededication of the Holy Temple in Jerusalem. Then Kwanzaa, which celebrates African heritage in African American culture.
And then there’s my religion: the refusal of wrapping paper.
It bothers me enough that we live in a wasteful society, but somehow the holidays seem to take it to new heights. Throughout the year, people talk about reusing and recycling, but during December, all bets are off. …
10-Year Anniversary of “LOST” Premiere Reveals New Ending Producers Don’t Want You To See
(A work of fiction.)
Jack Shephard stumbled through the island jungle, on the brink of death, his face bloodied and grim. But while he was moments away from dying, another version of himself somewhere had entered a church.
A door opened to reveal a very alive and healthy Jack entering a chapel that was nondenominational, as not to alienate viewers. Locke was the first to greet Jack.
“We’ve been waiting for you,” he said, which was weird since Locke was kind of evil for a huge…
It’s in my Twitter handle.
People usually think it’s some sort of silly use of popular lingo, but there’s meaning behind it.
“Heydudemeg.” An ode to the ‘90s show “Hey Dude,” which followed a group of teenagers working at the Bar None Ranch in Tuscon, Arizona.
During my formative elementary years, “Hey Dude” was my after-school solace. Even though it was about teens more than 10 years older than me, the storylines and characters were within my means of understanding, from missed birthdays to botched overnight camping trips to what happens when two people get accidentally handcuffed together.
Writer, Editor, Lightweight. After two drinks, I start licking faces.