Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
Oh, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack. How could you do this to me? For weeks — weeks — leading up to the Oscars, I despaired. I agonized. I lay, sleepless, staring at the ceiling, …
Dear IRS,
I just have a couple of questions here, because it’s a lot of money, and I’d just like to clear up a few things before I lop off my right breast and sell it …
Last Friday night, midway through the fifth hour of a six-hour drinkfest with Jonesey, I did something stupid. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I ordered a Budweiser. And another. Aaaaand another. I don’t know why I …
Hey Sars.
My boyfriend and I broke up after over a year last November. I did the breaking, because I thought I could have with anyone what I had with him. It didn’t work out with …
Okay, here’s the deal. Once upon a time in the land of college there was a group of close “Friends.” Phoebe had a roommate named Monica and they lived happily together for three years. Phoebe …
Hey Sars,
I feel kinda stupid writing to you about this but I know you like cats and you give good advice, so here goes: I recently got a new kitten, who was a member of …
Dear Ms. Bunting,
This isn’t a question for the Vine, really (?) — it’s more of a grammatical inquiry, regarding the adverb. And considering the number of raging debates about the adverb that you’ve quelled (or …
Hi there, Sars. I’ve read (and taken) your advice for a long while now, so I thought I’d get your thoughts about a problem of mine.
I meet, dated, and eventually cohabited with a wonderful (so …
Sarah,
I am a big fan, which is part of the reason why I’m writing you. I’m 18 years old, and in my senior year of high school, which of course is a time when people …
Hi there, Sarah:
I have appreciated and agreed with much of your advice in the past, and now I need some. This is very long, so please accept my apologies for that. And, we’re off…
My boyfriend …
