When I worked in corporate catering, I most often found myself slicing fruit for breakfast platters. Give me a honeydew melon today and I’ll go to town; you’ll have perfectly-arranged slices, decorated with strawberries, in no time. Sure, I got good at it (you’d too if you faced down five of them every morning, along [read more ...]
When my sister and I were still in elementary school and Seinfeld was still on the air, once a week my parents would tuck us into bed early so they could catch Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer at their antics. Because the two of us shared a room, we had our own little routine: we’d [read more ...]
It’s really no secret that I’ve left a trail of broken, limping, half-hearted relationships in my wake. For whatever reason, things just never seem to work out. He either has a girlfriend or commitment issues or, as my friend Mike so charmingly put it, my “neuroses get in the way.” Or it’s just, you know, [read more ...]
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