Today is the Super Bowl. For anybody who loves football, this should be one of the most enjoyable days of the year. I would probably enjoy the game more if my team was playing in it, but we all can’t get what we want.
When it comes to snow, there’s very little middle ground. People are either for or against it, and I’m pretty sure age is a strong predictor of one’s opinion. It makes sense, because children see snow as a potential day off from
My love of musicals is something I’ve carried with me since I was a small child. I love watching, hearing, singing along with and just generally enjoying musicals. I enjoy something more the second you add good music, but there’s a wonderful, surreal
The other day, I was in Home Depot, perusing the axes, as one does, when an employee came by to offer his help. I told him I was looking for a small ax — maybe more of a hatchet, really. He asked how I was planning
In college my friends called me “the pizza czar.” I’m a fan of pizza. I believe it’s the best food item that has graced human existence. Some foodstuffs come close — like sandwiches — but nothing beats pizza. I’ve eaten pizza. I’ve rated
Do you believe in New Year’s resolutions? They actually mean a lot to me, because some of my resolutions go all the way back to grammar school. Which is to say, they were not quite voluntary. For instance, my parents resolved that I would
Tontines are completely illegal, a little morbid… and the future of investing. At least that’s a common theme among recent articles trumpeting economists, lawyers and academics touting these precursors to modern annuities as the savior of current and future retirees. I’ll admit to
Buying presents for people is hard, especially when you’re working with a budget dependent on a journalist’s salary. For example, I can think of something that would make an absolutely perfect present for my younger sister — a pony. But I can’t afford
Once again, the mail was meant for me, but it didn’t bear my name. The envelope was addressed to a “Mr. and Mrs. Brendan Praeger.” Well, my husband is Mr. Brendan Praeger, but I’m not a Mrs. I use my maiden name, Moser.
Many years ago, when I was in reasonable shape, a group of us ran 7 miles at noontime every day. We trained for marathons, ran 20 miles on a Saturday afternoon every other month, and even splashed along to log our miles in the rain and slush