My room was in shambles after a prolonged, desperate search for a red and green Christmas card envelope. Drawers I had pulled out lay empty on the floor. Empty grocery…
After sending countless resumes and interviewing for various public relations agencies all over New York City (NYC), I waited in agony, pacing around my room hoping for a response. I…
Retired neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carson is no stranger to controversy. He’s not afraid to speak up about his faith in God or to be deemed politically incorrect. In light of…
My dad will never allow a fake Christmas tree into our house. He is a tree-hugger (not the radical kind) who has maximized his half-acre of land by transforming it…
Humble brag: I’ve been to Iceland. Now that I’ve returned from my semester abroad, I reference this fact whenever possible (much to the amusement of my family and friends, I’m…
Idon’t really come from a gambling family. My parents bet money one time — on their honeymoon at Daytona Beach in 1955. They went to the dog races, bet a…
Simply put, I don’t like Christmas. Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely. I like the nice, twinkly lights and the biting, cold weather, but neither of…
In 1985, in a suburb of Vancouver, Washington, in the back corner of a glowing arcade, you’d find him. Among the pizza-scented, germ-infested establishment, a bushy-haired, skinny boy with glasses…
As I wrote “Happy Thanksgiving!” and traced my hand to make a turkey on the whiteboard of my sixth grade classroom on this particular Monday morning, I overheard one of…
“Hello. It’s me.” By now you’ve surely heard Adele’s hit single “Hello,” either on the radio or in the mall or through the speakers of the UFOs flying low over…