Dating through the decades

How dating in college has changed throughout the years.

In Family Way: Don’t worry. Be happy

I wanted to learn from this moment.

A fabulous beach vacation with my family: On the third day, we rested.
We woke up and it was gray. Then the skies opened up and the rain didn’t stop until long after the invisible sun had set.

Relationship Rescue: How to talk to men in the workforce

Just look at a man listening to a woman who is rambling on. He enters the trance, kind of like a dog staring at a fan. He looks dazed and confused. His eyes seem to beg, “Why is she telling me all of this needless information? Just tell me ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ woman!”

Three wittle words

“Thanks doll. Me wuv you,” the text message read.
I read it again. Then I scooted the phone across the table to my friend The Captain. He read it and spit sushi out of his mouth.

In a Family Way

Broken Neck Baby was once a doll that could blink and cry. The blinking had stopped, leaving it with one open eye and one sealed half-closed.

Men we love: Behind the scenes with beat-boxer Mark Megibow

We had to know the mystery behind this human drum machine. So we cornered Mark Megibow — in between his rehearsals, three-plus shows a week, teaching beat-boxing to youth and managing the band.

What is beauty?

Like many women I have a hard time taking a compliment. I think it’s written somewhere in the girl handbook. But it was pointed out to me that defining beauty isn’t about conceit. Instead it is the measure of confidence.

Dating and Other Bad Habits: Pucker up

I am thankful for kisses. Kisses are small things, to be sure, but oh-so-important. I wouldn’t want to live my life without them. Life in single-girl-world means sometimes spending weeks or months without so much as a single peck.

Relationships: Some plants, or friendships, you just can’t kill

During my disco college days, I dragged around the same mangy houseplant from dorm to apartment to shared house. Upon graduation, I said a tepid “so long” to the starved plant, leaving it on the windowsill of my last residence for some random roommate to water.

In a Family Way: Little Lies

Fact is: Kids lie, and lie like rugs. I know a boy in Gunbarrel who claims his favorite dish is monkey soup. They don’t even sell monkey soup in Gunbarrel.

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