Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
Okay, friends: I need your help. I just stepped dead in a post-snow, melty pile of dog crap. Fortunately, for once, I had on shoes with smooth soles — but 1) I usually don’t (see: …
Dave Dickerson and I want to know which of Maria’s favorite things is your favorite. We may or may not have a dollar bet on how various favorite things finish in this extremely scientific accounting of …
About two to three years ago, I occasionally read a blog about a woman going through her second pregnancy. She had some kind of rare blood-clotting disorder that really only became a problem while pregnant. …
Plagues and Bible-thumpers hang on from our last poll, plus the Fug Girls, VJs, and a brick of a book about Nixon and Carter. Pick us out a good one!
“H” and I have been friends for seven years. For the first four, we were very close; then I moved schools and we both went to university, so we saw each other less often, but …
I have hair. And when I say that, I mean I have hair. It doesn’t go far past my shoulders, but it is thick, and coarse, and full of weird waves and cowlicks. It has …
The Hour is greater than the sum of its parts, which isn’t to say that it’s great, exactly. It has a lot of problems: anachronistic language; feet-planted speechifying, also rather anachronistic, about marriage and the …
My best friend is just that because she’s fun, honest, caring, and a truly good person. I know I can count on her for…well, almost everything.
Here’s the thing — BF believes she can’t have a …
I wonder if the Nation can help me with a retail request. I’m a graduate student, and I’ve just split the seams on my trusty old backpack. I’m looking for a replacement that can hold …
Mine is a question involving grammar and preserving my sanity. I work for a very wealthy family who, rather than solely passing on genetic markers, pass on one particularly grievous grammatical error. It started with …
