Or, in the case of my husband, a ‘VINTAGE GENTLEMENT’ (sic) coffee mug as a birthday gift from his brother :)

So does the same problem exist with kale? Because lettuce is nutritionally worthless anyhow, but kale is another matter (and it also works as a salad green).

Look, I’m Canadian. And I’m all for improving French toast and such, but really... give up slathering it in maple syrup? Abandon our national nectar? T’es ben épais!* 

Can I get you started on turmeric, though? Because that’s the biggest evildoer in my household :(

Can I get you started on turmeric, though? Because that’s the biggest evildoer in my household :(

As an extreme introvert, I used to loathe parties and the accompanying small talk until I twigged that most “small talk” is actually the exchange of meta-information. Do you like me? Might I like you? It’s the human equivalent of two ants waving their antennae at each other and emitting pheromones. When you look at it…

I used to feel that way until I realized there are a lot of other people at parties who feel similarly awkward. So now (even though it never comes naturally to me), I look for people who are alone, greet them, introduce myself, and chat a little. It’s always gone well. I’m pretty sure the other person is happy to meet…

Nope. I’m an introvert (“so far to the end of the introversion scale, if I were any further out I’d be dead”) and I don’t hate everyone. I also appreciate this article, both for its semantic content and the kind intention behind it.

Years ago I roomed in a house whose owners had Christmas lights on the tree outside all year round. I remember how comforting it was to come home in the dark and see those lights getting closer, like a welcome... and how pretty they were when the tree had leaves, too, because then the lights“twinkled” merrily with the…

It’s called Quid Pro Sans regular.

Me too. I was surprised and gratified at how faithfully Forsyth reflected the text... right down to the ending, which is such a strange mix of triumph and bittersweet. 

Housekeeping (1987), with a very young Christine Lahti. It’s directed by Bill Forsyth, based on the luminous novel by Marilynne Robinson.

Me too! Devastated by the lack of cute-puppy commentary!

Me too! Devastated by the lack of cute-puppy commentary!

Nicole, can you please explain how to duplicate a burst photo? I’d prefer to duplicate the burst pic first, then edit the duplicate version.

Every time my iPhone OS updates, I am asked to agree to the new terms and services — and when I click through, they’re always in Japanese. No idea why! (I do have a Japanese keyboard enabled, but it’s not my primary keyboard; I have it only because I’m starting to learn the language.)

I don’t remember learning a thing about finances or budgeting from my parents. This despite the fact my father was a CPA and my mom was (eventually) a single mom who kept herself and me going on a shoestring separation allowance. In the latter case, I think my mother avoided the topic of funds because she didn’t want…

Everything sounded great until the nail to the wall part. My apartment manager would pass out from rage.

Everything sounded great until the nail to the wall part. My apartment manager would pass out from rage.

So-o-o... it turns out that if you get too much potassium, that can also mess with your heart function and kill you. I used to knock back those Ensure-style chocolate breakfast supplements on busy days (which was most of them) until my doctor spotted moderately high levels of potassium in my blood and told me to cut…

“Great is Diana of the Ephesians!”

Even better when you add some balsamic vinegar to the oil that you toss your vegetables in,

I worked in an office where my team lead complained whenever my coworker and I took our (legally mandated) 15-minute coffee breaks. It was ludicrous, but because most people went along with it, I didn’t want to draw attention to being an exception. So, coffee cash in pocket, I would saunter off in the direction of the…