I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy- I wanted Mother’s Day to be different this year. I wanted to continue my climb upward on the Mother’s Day Classiness Gift Giving Scale. Last year was pretty pathetic, a cheap card from Target and a box of … More A Dude’s Musings on Mother’s Day
I had parked myself at a little table on the wide stone veranda outside our room in Kusadasi, Turkey, determined to stay at my computer until I had completed a story about our transatlantic cruise. I’d gotten to the most delicious part of the article – the food – when I heard a familiar click. … More A BACKGAMMON AFTERNOON
As I write this, many of my friends and acquaintances are in Iceland, eating strange cheese and sleeping in hostels. Our wonderful Marla, who has allowed me the opportunity to write a guest blog here, is packing her things for the international adventure of a lifetime. My sister has just begun a summer job in … More “…in Iceland, eating strange cheese” and Other Thoughts on Travel
Our ever engaging and entertaining friend, Marla, has gone MIA!! (Well, some of us may know where she is. I’m not saying for sure that we do; I’m not saying we don’t. But if we did, we might not be telling…. Okay, if you insist. She’s moving to South Africa.) Meanwhile, she wasn’t using this … More WHERE in the World is WARLA? I mean, MARLA?!
Deep Thoughts with The Spook Brothers Spook the Elder: During a visit to one of my favorite amusement parks, Cimetière du Montparnasse, I was told that it would be “cool” to pose on the parking space of these two meatbags, Sartre and Beauvoir, the former being a French existentialist philosopher and the latter being an … More Always Throw the Rock
By the time you read this, I will be in Iceland. Or maybe I’ll already have returned from Iceland. Either way, the important thing to note is that I am sitting on my bed writing this blog post rather than packing my suitcase in preparation for my 7:45 am trip to the Pittsburgh International Airport … More Maybe If I Keep Procrastinating, I Won’t Have to Actually Think About Life
Amanda and I first met Marla in grad school. All three of us also traveled to England together, which was a riot. We have become great friends with Marla, which was easy of course because she’s so damned lovable. She makes everything better with her listening ear, her hilarious sense of humor, and her deep … More 10 Ways to Survive Marla Unplugged
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