Holidays

I used to have this very bratty attitude about the holidays. Basically, it came down to something like this: Until

I ran into an old boyfriend (or something like that) at Trader Joe’s on the day before Thanksgiving. “My wife’s

“I’m going to make pies for Thanksgiving,” I told my Mom on the phone tonight. “Good,” she replied. Only it

I spent Halloween with my friend and her two daughters, giving out candy and attempting to bring back the innocence

2010. Damn. Can I get off now? 2010 was a roller coaster ride to hell, fun for a moment, and

If there’s one thing Christmas (I know it’s completely outdated to say the word “Christmas,” but I just don’t celebrate

Unless you’re making homemade wreaths and white floral displays with Gwyneth Paltrow, I don’t think I’m alone in saying that

I’d be lying if I said that I loved the part before Thanksgiving dinner when someone (mom) announces that everyone

I loved this holiday as a little girl. It was almost as good as Christmas. I got to wear a

In past years, I haven’t given a moments thought to it. But for some reason, yesterday, the fake Hallmark hype

I made the acquaintance of tequila on New Year’s Eve. I never understood tequila before. I thought it was alcohol.

It was hard to feel warm Christmas cheer, and terror that I’ll never work again at the same time, so

“I don’t want to send a holiday card,” said my friend E. “What am I going to write in it?

I celebrated V-Day (Vagina Day) by getting my body scrubbed by a large Korean woman in her underwear. It proved