Two coworkers, W and J, sit next to each other, then there’s an empty desk, then me.

I think I might want to cut my brother out of my life, and I have no idea what to do.

After years of food/culture brackets, why don’t we do a real one?

I have one relative and one friend who are hugely upset by the outcome of the election and the subsequent decisions. They aren’t sleeping.

THERE’S NO CRYING ON THE POPPY-FIELDS MOVIE COUCH OF FAME!!

Over two years ago, I left my husband.

Mark and Sarah take home Oscar gold!

See, my last name is Trump.

A carefully researched and well-written overview of “the music of freedom” runs out of gas halfway there.

Help! I love love true crime, but ever since I had a baby I get weepy when I hear about murder (especially kids or their parents dying).