Because I am not very well-traveled, I am usually game for any trip that involves a new destination. Case in point: last Saturday when my fella said to me “I’d like to go check out Detroit,” my response was “Sure, I’ll see Detroit.” However, despite my enthusiasm for unexplored locales,

I’m smelling a slight stench coming from the direction of my armpits, and I suddenly realize that it’s not my son’s dirty diaper, or some food gone bad that might be lodged in our couch, it’s my sweatshirt.  I’ve worn it five days in a row now.  I can’t help

So, I spent a good portion of the day in a dentists chair getting the roots of my teeth scrapped to hell, despite my intense and overwhelming hatred of the dental profession and the entire teeth cleaning process, and I’m still spitting blood so we’re gonna do a short and

Shortly after graduating college, I found myself in an “identity crisis.”  I realized that I had spent the last four years of my life writing analytical essays about “thingness” or whatever other words I could add -ness to the end of, and over-using the word “utterly” to make myself sound

Since antiquity people have had to figure out ways to carry their possessions. While the things you carry around (computer, books, The Hitachi Magic Wand) may be different from your ancient ancestors or even from what Tim O’Brien carried, the principle remains the same: you gotta get your shit from Point A to Point B.

Nothing says Broke-Ass Mom more than homemade straight from the earth (or your compost in this case) chicken stock.  This has got to be one of the more Broke-Ass things we do around here (besides playing with cardboard boxes on rainy afternoons).  If you don’t make your own stock what

When I first started writing this column – two years ago! – I promised myself that I would only do it as long as it stayed fun. I figured at some point, I would run out of awesome DIY projects and ideas, but I’ve written almost 100 posts now on

Living in a big city can be a major bummer.  There’s the lack of nature, the competition, the depressing drain on your finances.  It totally sucks.  But instead of getting wrapped up in your status anxiety and your rapidly depleting bank account, why don’t you embrace the most innocent, spirit-lifting