Am I too old for a roommate? I don’t care.
I’m 26. That’s probably an age where you’re supposed to be ditching the whole roommate idea and getting a place of your own, but I’m seriously in love with my living situation right now. I’ve had my...
View ArticleWe’re here for our health, not the conversation
I am not a runner. That’s not to say I don’t try. I run pretty regularly at the gym. But my running has absolutely nothing to do with enjoyment. I don’t run 5Ks — let alone marathons — and I can’t seem...
View ArticleReporting abuse isn’t so black and white
Imagine you’re a 20-something, fairly new to a big time corporate job. It’s a pretty sweet gig, but you’re definitely the lowest man or woman on the totem pole. You stop by your office one night and...
View ArticleCoupon clipping? I’ve turned into my mother.
There are many things I like about my mother. Her bargain hunting when I was a child isn’t one of them. I remember plenty of long Sunday afternoons sitting in the family car as my mom went through her...
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The road to self-sufficiency — mastering my tire gauge
I consider myself reasonably car savvy for a girl. I don’t pretend to know how my car operates, but in a pinch, I like to think I can take care of the small stuff instead of playing the girl card. I...
View ArticlePregnant yet? How about now? Or now?
It’s time for me to make babies. I know this not because I’ve found my soul mate, gotten married and settled into a financially stable career. I know this because my insurance company tells me so. Last...
View ArticleDodge, dip, duck, dive, dodge: Whatever I need to do to avoid rec. sports
This week marks the beginning of another season of rec. dodgeball for my friends in Harrisburg, but you won’t catch me the court. And it’s not because I’m anti-sports/fun/social. Rec. dodgeball...
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Enter March Madness: How I learned to love basketball in my 20s
Kevin, Kevin and I on our February pilgrimage to Syracuse. Not one of our better ideas. I’m crazy about sports. I religiously park it on the couch every Sunday during football season to scream at my...
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Remember when you couldn’t get enough of the pool?
My lil' bro Steve and I enjoy the beach circa 1988. When I was a kid, there was no more prized activity than swimming. My little brother and I used to beg to swim. In the summers, my parents would plan...
View ArticleHow many cardigans are too many?
Fellow Twenty & Change bloggers Emily Opilo and April Trotter — and yours truly — love cardigans. We can’t get enough of them. The versatile items come in myriad colors, styles, weights and...
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