“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
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I’m a mid-30s woman living in a state with a full four seasons. I’m hourglassy, with a defined waist and small boobs, and a pretty big caboose.
In honor of my wonderful friend A’s birthday this week, I decided to ask a question that has kept me up nights for almost a decade.
My friend Catherine (36) and her husband Scot (38) have been married for about a year and a half now. It is her first marriage and his third.
I’m on a quest to track down a book that my mom read as a teen, but can’t remember the title of and thus has never been able to find again.
I have a problem. A kitty-related problem. I have two adult male cats, neutered, 6 years old.
He put this to Kat, that the pranks of teenagers tended to reveal themselves. She came back with, Occam’s razor. The simplest explanation is the right one!
I’m looking for a specific episode of a syndicated TV show (of the low-budget Canadian-produced variety) in the supernatural detective genre.
Mike knew, swore that the house wasn’t that cheap for no reason — come on, in Wellfleet? Kat said, of course it’s cheaper if you take it for the whole summer. You can’t get a …
So, here’s the deal. I’m by nature a rather impatient over-thinker, prone to imagining worst-case scenarios, which often turn out to be right.