MILES TO GO: ROAD TRIP RESPONSIBILITIES
I stepped into the shower with my socks still on the other morning around 7 a.m. That was a new one, even for me....
HOLIDAY GUIDE: THE TOYS THAT MADE CHRISTMAS MAGIC THROUGH THE YEARS
OK, so nostalgia marketing works. Good to know.
I‘d never heard the term, but by the time I Googled “nostalgia marketing,” I was 16 hours...
MILES TO GO: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE PROMPTS INEXPLICABLE COURTESY
I can't help it. There's something wrong with me. I know my actions will have no effect. No results. They're useless. Unnecessary. Futile. Like...
MILES TO GO: MY CRIMINAL OBSESSION
I have a problem, an addiction, you could say.
I watch entirely too much true crime — Dateline. 48 Hours. 20/20. And that’s just the...
MILES TO GO: GOD, I’M OLD — NO, OBSOLETE
I turned 49 a couple of weeks ago and it hit me. Good lord, I’m old.
Not old, in the geriatric sense. I don’t have...
MILES TO GO: WHY WORRY? MY MOM HAS THAT COVERED
My mom worries. Constantly. Clinically. Pathologically.
Me? Not so much. I’m more the “Let’s cross the bridge when we come to it; what could possibly...
MILES TO GO: ELBOW BUMPS, HAND SANITIZER & ‘QUARANTINI’ CALLS — 5 YEARS AGO,...
I donned a nearly forgotten jacket from the back of the closet the other day and was surprised by what I found in the...
MILES TO GO: BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME…
Amid the recent flurry of presidential executive orders, and in the interest of true democracy, I’d like to propose a few executive actions of...
MILES TO GO: THIS OUGHTA BE INTERESTING…
This oughta be good.
I’m about to be a model. In a fashion show. Yes, you read that correctly. Me. Walking. In heels. ON COBBLESTONE, no...
MILES TO GO: CHRISTMAS MAGIC — SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED
My mom made Christmas magical. Still does. And my dad has always given her all the credit — picking and decorating the perfect tree,...
