Every generation thinks they worked harder and had it better than the ones to follow.
Gen Xers were the last free range kids. We raised ourselves on hose water, canned pasta and B-O-L-O-G-N-A.
We started summer days with a hearty bowl of sugar cereal, before being unceremoniously ...
Aristotle claimed, “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”
But I say, “Knowing yourself is learning to smile as you balance four sizzling plates on oven mitts up to your elbow while telling a 250-pound rugby player drinking from his boot that — yes — a three-hour wait ...
Swimming boils down to this: Bathwater to you is goosebumps to me. Initially swimming involves me standing on the sand, rock or pool deck repeatedly asking, “Is it cold?”
Although I identify as a cold water wimp, my BFF Jen Kretser has the cold tolerance of a yeti with a penchant for ...
I was 8 years old, chin deep in a pork chop, contemplating life, or at least, food.
“Where do pork chops come from?” I asked my sis.
“Pigs,” said Lori.
“How do the farmers know the pig died?”
My farm-raised father put down his fork; this was table speak for ...