You can have a successful career in your thirties and still pretend you’re 18, carousing at clubs and sleeping on a futon. But to have a baby at the same time? Our writer continues the Peanut with a new installment on adulthood.
Every year you show up with a stack of giftcards from Rite-Aid. And every year your family roasts your chestnuts for waiting until the last minute to do your shopping. This year will be different.
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we show how saying grace before a holiday meal doesn’t have to be a chore, and how if you know what to say, your thoughtful words may make the holidays more special. And then sometimes not.
Every four years at the end of February, we’ve got that extra day. Is it special? Well maybe it should be.
Last year you did all your shopping on the drive to grandmother’s house, but this year you’ve got a chance to make good.
Your parents and friends enjoy Christmas for similar reasons: your personal embarrassment, shame, and discomfort, assuming you’ve behaved badly enough to warrant their bowls full of jelly.
Southerners routinely get trashed up north, where they’re either derided as racists or hayseeds, or the offspring of siblings.
You’ve got less than two days to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. Is the menu set? Do you have a cooking timetable ready? Uh oh. Sage advice for those whose stuffing isn’t quite ready for prime time.
Not stuck in the back of a station wagon, but stuck in a doldrums with cheap hot dogs, hidden popsicles, and a soulmate lost. Kevin Fanning brings the words, Reuben Stanton brings the pictures.
The bringing of a new year suggests reconciliation, a time for us to forgive our relatives any faults from last year. Or, ask them to forgive us.
Yearly these 12 days of Christmas bring us many gifts: partridges, pear trees, and many maids equipped with pails. Our writer recounts the bevy of presents, and responds.
Don’t know what to get your (sorta) loved ones for the holidays? Well, there’s always powdered urine.