Tag: humor
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Brain in a Jar. On a Barnes & Noble Shelf.
A playful letter to my 100-year-old self imagining what life might look like in 2075—from telepathy and self-driving cars to drone doctors and brains in mason jars.
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Confidently Ridiculous: This One’s a Handful
I say ridiculous things. Not accidentally—confidently. From guard dogs on duty to dramatic birth legends and fireworks launched by strong men on the Charles, apparently, I’ve been a handful since day one.
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Thankfully You Can’t Hear Me Judging You
A humorous, self-aware list of harmless everyday behaviors that inspire silent judgment—from savage ketchup use to speakerphone offenses. Relatable, petty, and just honest enough.
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Martha, Market Basket, and a Gold Lamé Thong
What started as a routine grocery run turned into a story involving an 83-year-old, a bold career plan, a knowing stranger, and a fire alarm. Some shopping trips stay with you forever.
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Why There’s No Banana-Tomato Hybrid (and Other Rabbit Holes My Brain Explores)
A curious, funny rabbit hole about calling 411, fruit hybrids, and why a banana-tomato combo will never exist. Warning: brain detours ahead.
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How I Became the Swap Gift Queen (and 9 Other Things I Did in 2025)
A reflective and humorous look back at 2025—ten meaningful moments, big milestones, and one legendary Christmas Eve swap gift.
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The Real Thanksgiving Tradition? “Accidental” Pie-Flipping
Growing up, Thanksgiving wasn’t just about turkey and parades—it was loud, chaotic, and full of quirky family traditions. The biggest one? “Accidental” pie-flipping. Some things have changed over the years, but the laughter, the storytelling, and the love around the table still remain.
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Someone, Somewhere, Named It “Dog”
A funny, curious reflection on how words are created and why we call things what we do. Inspired by The Professor and the Madman, this post explores the origins of language, from “albatross” to “dog,” and all the wonderfully weird words in between.
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Maybe We Can Just Call It Marriage
One afternoon, my daughter Mae got into the car after school and said, “Mom, I’m half gay.” I looked at her in mock horror and asked, “Oh my God— which half?” She grinned and said, “The left.” And I replied, “Thank God. If it were the right, it would be a disaster.” In case you missed the point of…
Brain Fog & Brilliance 