Novel Coronavirus Transmission: Keeping Our Cooties to Ourselves
“I feel like crap,” I said matter-of-factly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking with Jason, who was lying in it. We were discussing logis...
“I feel like crap,” I said matter-of-factly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking with Jason, who was lying in it. We were discussing logis...
When I was a kid, much to my feminist mother’s chagrin, I adored Barbies. I spent my allowance money on Day-to-Night Barbie, Pretty-in-Pink Barbie, and Ba...
Javier died last Sunday night. He passed from this world after a long battle with prostate cancer. We used to be close friends, and we were married once upon a ...
Back in the college days I'd rather put a fork in my eye than admit I was wrong, but I walked away without another word. It's hard to defend yourself when you'r...
Ten thousand steps. That’s how many we’re supposed to get. But did you come across that article about bodybuilders who conserve their energy all day...
One of my favorite things is when someone tells me they read a post of mine and they connected with it. They thank me for writing it because it cheered them kno...
Several months ago, my friend Jasmine said, “Hey, let’s put together a Ragnar team!” I’d had a couple of glasses of wine, so I sa...
When I saw Jason, I was broken. You couldn’t tell. I was married. I got up and went to work every day, I went out with friends on the weekends. And someti...
Your “squad,” according to Jason, is any person or thing with which you feel a particular kinship. You can always count on your squad to comfort and...