I had first read about the diner on Yelp, a website with reviews of local restaurants, entertainment venues, and the like. It was the most highly rated restaurant in my area – a tiny, cramped, understaffed diner that has yet to accept credit cards. A haven for hipsters, and, before the… Read full post »

My husband calls me a reluctant carnivore. And it’s true.

I don’t eat seafood. I don’t like fish – the taste, the texture, the smell. The crunchy shells on so-called delicacies such as crab and lobster skeeve me out. They’re arthropods, for Christ’s sake&hel… Read full post »

I spend my days in a cubicle in a huge room that has offices around the perimeter for the bigwigs (read: not me). This is a far cry from my old job, where I had my own office with a door, and more importantly, an opening window. I could see the… Read full post »

For a long time after “The Matrix” came out, my husband was a huge fan of the red pill/blue pill analogy. Whenever something disturbing or unpleasant happened, he’d say with a sigh, “Blue pill.” I was not as much of a fan as he; I crammed in the first two movies… Read full post »

Every other week, I work a 4-10 schedule. That is, I cram my required 40 hours into four days instead of five; hence, every other weekend is three days long instead of two. This seems like a great deal, right? I mean, who doesn’t like waking up on a Saturday, feeling… Read full post »

Whenever I try something new – a new hobby, a new vacation spot, a new recipe – my father’s first reaction is to thoughtfully enumerate the ways in which I could die. When my husband and I took up geocaching, probably the least athletic, most benign outdoor “sport” known… Read full post »