1. Use the timer function in your phone. It's not a prerequisite for us to see you hold up your phone to a mirror in your bathroom. You probably think it's a nice bathroom, or that I'm not judging you for your choice of shower curtain or that the mirror isn't clean....

"Crystal, it's your mother." "Hi Ma, why are you calling so early," I asked, already knowing it's my birthday today and she's been calling every year for the last few years at the same time. "It's 7:56. It's your birthday!" Flash forward 2 years later. In typical...

I will follow you into the dark...standing in a puddle for two hours...on concrete for 8...and after almost getting trapped to death by thousands of drunk and high pretenders who don't like Death Cab for Cutie nearly as much as us. My main squeeze and a couple of our...

Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. No, that's not the sound of laughter. That's the sound of my huffing and puffing through the tree-lined streets of my suburban Boston neighborhood. The day is perfect for running. Cool, but not nippy and a woman pushing a baby carriage waves at me...

Picture courtesy Rachel Wein "I went out to play the game of baseball because I love to play it. I did it right. I did it the right way. I worked hard doing it." Roger Clemens, Red Sox pitcher (1984-1996) Let me tell this to you straight. I was standing in a...

To say the room was electric would be both trite, and a cliche, but are not cliches just the verbal shortcut human beings use to express a feeling all of us can relate to? I'm doing it. The room was electric. The crowd of hipsters pumped up with un-characteric...

It's a difficult word to type, let alone the difficulty in saying it or hearing it out loud. Nigger. And while rappers with any self-respect use it instead of pro-nouns, verbs, or qualifiers; I would argue the word should no longer have the same place in the English...

Her palms were sweaty, brows furrowed in a quizzical look as she asked me anxiously, "Wait, are you deathly allergic? The bartender says he can't 100% guarantee the cocktails are gluten free. Even the tequila ones." "How do you mean?" I ask, eyeing my dinner companion...

I think it's tough to be a good kid. In a Facebook-statusing...Twitter updating...pubescent gossiping world it's hard to keep some semblance of a moral center let alone a secure sense of self. This, all while you're trying to find what that "self" is exactly. I mean...