Sure, I spend a lot of time writing about food, my feelings and the dog from my favorite commercial ever, but buried deep in the recesses of my brain, there’s a bestseller brewing.  I can feel it.  A real page-turner about a sassy, twenty-something broke-ass who works in cafes all

If I’m not mistaken, I’m pretty sure the dress code for my bar mitzvah party was flannel and Doc Martens. You must remember that this was how all self respecting teenagers dressed in 1994; I wasn’t being silly or ironic when I declared this dress code, it’s what was considered