by Laurie Riihimaki There’s no denying that we can all be shitty humans once in a while. Sometimes we lie about why we can’t make it to work.  Sometimes we cheat on our lovers with a hottie at a bar. Sometimes we steal a lipstick from a friend because NARS

As a young man, I had my numbers read. The fortuneteller predicted that I would be a great success at my first line of work and then go on to a different calling at which I would become equally successful. I’m sure you can guess at how accurate those predictions

At an art show the other day, I met a princely man in a pea green windbreaker,  tribal print backwards baseball hat, and turquoise necklace.  I knew that we would get along, and not just because he was channeling a nature walk-loving Will Smith circa Fresh Prince of Bel Air-slash-