Sometimes things move a little slowly over here in Broke-Ass HQ. It’s that whole “not having any money” thing. But as an advertisement for ketchup once told me “Good things come to those who wait”. And the wait is over folks! Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living

So I moved to Portland last summer from San Francisco and, as you can tell from my previous posts, (A Scumbag’s Guide to Portland) I’m madly in love with it.

We all know someone who is a hot mess of a person. Is that person you? Are your friends secretly wishing you’d just die already? Is even your sweet, loving Nana ready to take you out back and beat you like a dirty rug?  Take this handy quiz to find

A couple of months ago, I wrote an article about how you can make all Broke-Ass moms proud across the world with my simple recipe for Chicken Broth.  If you haven’t read it, read it here. But today I realized that using the contents of your refrigerator plus leftovers from

As a starving, malcontent, narcissistic New York City writer, you have one of two options: writing in your apartment or writing in someplace that is decidedly not your apartment. The former is a simple premise. If you’re having trouble with it, you might consider giving up writing in favor of

Beans! Today is all about ’em. I know last week I wrote about sex and I am probably wrecking boners everywhere, but please hear me out. I’m going through this really weird time right now. I’m starting new projects and none of them pay for a couple more weeks. So I’m in-between

Recently, I plopped down onto my couch to watch the Martin Scorcese documentary about vintage babe George Harrison, titled George Harrison: Living in the Material World.  I noticed two things, the first of which being that my dad looks scarily like Eric Clapton: