By Ryan Dennis I ring home once a week. The structure of these calls follows a predictable pattern: starting with family gossip, then whatever they did that week, then sports, then weather, then politics. My parents are Democrats in an upstate county that registers two-to-one Republican. Complaining about Trump on
Holiday breaks are right around the corner, which means that everyone is swamped with things to get done in order to enjoy some time off. It’s all too easy to get caught up in the responsibilities of the moment because stress can be so overwhelming, which is why you should
Mother’s Day is just around the corner and NYC is the place to be if you’re looking to spoil the woman that pushed you out of her body. She did that, you know…or you were CUT OUT of her. Either way, she deserves some bottomless mimosas or ridiculous bloody mary’s,
It’s that time of year again. You’re leaving the life you built to step back into whatever family dynamic you fled. You’re going to need something stronger than carbs to avoid becoming the worst version of your adolescent self again. Our mantras and best intentions can only get us through
This was supposed to be a light-hearted article about what to argue about with your family and friends through the holiday season now that there’s no need to argue about politics anymore. Well, so much for that. Realistically speaking, non-political discussions are fun, but when things really get going, they
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This year, while basking in the perennial womb that is your family, however that is defined for you, take some time near the end of your tenure at wherever you call home and play a little game. It’s called “High, Low…Uh-Oh”. I’ll explain. At my household, usually on the last
The lynchpin of brunch is, of course, the mimosa. Without it, or it’s more potent sister, the Bloody Mary, the majority of brunches in this town would just be so-so, over-priced hybrid meals. Once you start with the kiddies, however, brunch tends to be one of those activities that was