So here we are. It’s early December. There’s a foot of snow on the ground. The air hurts your face. My driveway looks like the tundra scene from a National Geographic special. And what do I do? I buy a slushie maker.
So here we are. It’s early December. There’s a foot of snow on the ground. The air hurts your face. My driveway looks like the tundra scene from a National Geographic special. And what do I do? I buy a slushie maker.
Thanksgiving dinner doesn’t have to be a verbal obstacle course filled with controversial topics, awkward silences, and regret. Believe it or not, there are still things we can talk about that won’t send Aunt Carol storming off before dessert.
Ah, Thanksgiving. That magical time of year when we gather around a table to share a meal, give thanks, and tiptoe through a minefield of wildly inappropriate conversation topics.
There was a time — not all that long ago — when I could hop in my car at night, cruise the roads, and actually see where I was going. The lines on the road? Clear. Street signs? Legible. Oncoming traffic? Not a blinding assault on my retinas.
Ah, November. That awkward, seasonal no-man’s land where Halloween is over, but it still feels way too soon to deck the halls.
There comes a time in every adult’s life when you must face the reckoning.
No, not tax season.
Not even your annual physical.
I’m talking about… The Closet Clean-Out.
Why does everything — and I mean everything — have to turn political?
You could post a picture of a pancake and someone will accuse the syrup of being too liberal. Or conservative. Or French. Whatever side they’re on, you’ve clearly betrayed it by enjoying breakfast in peace.
There is no safe space.