Earlier this week, Melinda took Dominic to his first concert. It was for some girl named Tate McRae, a singer who, according to Wikipedia, was born during my sophomore year of college. “Are you sure you want to go?” I asked Dominic when he asked for tickets. “I’ve never heard of this chick, and I’ve …
Who’d have thought naming a new baby could be so stressful?
I love social media because you’re an idiot.
There’s a reason why 30somethings don’t leave the house. In public, we’re awkward.
Author’s note: This is the final installment of a multi-part series. For an optimal reader experience, it’s best to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, and Part VI first. We make our way to the cafeteria on the second floor via elevator, which Nick uses as an opportunity to mess …
My sophomore year of college, I was a mess. I spent close to zero time doing the things I was supposed to be doing (attending class; making meaningful connections with new peers and mentors; drinking my face off) and more time doing sad, weird shit (reading books in bed all day; talking to my old …
Author’s note: This is Part II of a three-part essay. For context, it’s best to read Part I first. Unless you’re into that whole medias res thing; in which case, knock yourself out. THE RECOVERY DAY – Friday, 8 a.m. One of the smartest things Jen did when creating the wedding’s itinerary was to insert …
Dispatches from a Small Wedding I’m finally at the point in my life where this whole wedding thing is starting to taper off. It was fast and furious there for awhile, an intense and fund-depleting run into my early 30s. It felt like every weekend I’d be driving to Philly or the Eastern Shore in …
Twice a year, I leave work early and head north on the Capital Beltway for a trip into Maryland. It usually takes me about an hour to make the 28 mile drive and is inevitably replete with sections of turtle-like crawling followed by a hopeful 50mph sprint followed by a sea of sudden tail lights …
I Don't Belong Here. 