Movin’ Out: A Warning to All Seniors

Dear Senior,
Right about now you are probably rolling a keg back to your house and getting ready t…

Travel Lesson#6: Travel Light

Before I leave the house and head to the airport, I say goodbye to my one true companion: my seven-…

I’m not a music snob. Not by a long shot. I like too many genres of music to be one of those peo…

I’ve sought out emergency contraception three times since 2002. In the first part of this artic…

Spring has officially sprung here in New York City; the sun dress is here to stay, as are flip-flo…

According to the World Bank, global food prices have increased by 75% since 2005 and 45% in the la…

When I first moved after college I started talking to a nice boy. He eventually invited me out to d…

I was at a bar last night, politely making conversation with a group of guys. They were nice and I w…

Basically, I ran out of things to eat.
Yeah, yeah, it shouldn’t be that hard. But somehow n…

When the romper (or playsuit, or onesie, or whatever else you want to call it) started to make a co…

It’s as vivid today as it was when it happened five years ago: Chris and I bodysurfing on an abando…

I lived with five other people my sophomore year of college. Three boys and three girls. We were a…

I once wrote an acrostic poem about my love of spam that went something like this:
Salty slab of no…