It is no secret that the admissions committees are very concerned about what you do with your spare time -- be it volunteering with lepers in India or interning as a trapeze artist with Cirque du Soleil.
Recently, my husband and I moved to an old homestead in the woods and began raising a few vegetables, some bees, a couple dozen chickens, a handful of dairy goats. Since neither of us was raised on a farm, we naturally turned to the Internet for information about how to do it correctly.
Today I got an email saying that only 21 people have looked me up in the past month, making it clear that this is a pathetic number, putting me at the bottom of the pile.
If the seasons were people, Fall would be the attractive, clean-cut, sophisticated one. Winter is just be a cold-hearted bitch that everyone just wants to go away. Spring is cute and playful and can be pretty fun. But, summer?
In summer, Bostonians head for the cape where they can languish on beaches in willful denial of the cold winter months to come. If you plan to sell a city property, this is probably not the best time to hit the market. But my friend Bob has stepped into the breach.
I've reportedly been drinking decaffeinated coffee at work. I say "reportedly" because that's the word journalists use to hedge their reporting in the face of unbelievably horrific news.
Sarah Lloyd was surprised and touched to receive a beautiful, handwritten breakup letter this Monday. Lloyd, who had sensed that a breakup was coming with boyfriend Thomas Scott, had been expecting to receive the information via text and was completely thrown off and charmed by the beautiful letter.
It's a Boomer. The bikini officially turned 68 this month. I was shocked, to say the least, to learn that the once fashion essential -- the little black dress -- of my Florida wardrobe was as old as ... well, dirt.
Forget all those tests on Facebook that claim to uncover the real you. Nothing is more revealing than which apps you have on your smart phone (I'm distinguishing it from the landline for those old enough to be confused). My list and the reason I chose each.
What. The. Hell. How did they fit so many pieces into such a small box, this is like a clown car of bullshit! And what is all this? There must be 500 different sized nails and screws in this bag!
A routine about growing old in the modern world became the foundation for "BoomeRaging."
"I'm still not sure exactly what happened," said gaffe-prone, beleaguered Secretary of State John Kerry, "but I'm told I agreed to sanctions on myself."
Researchers from the University of Chicago, taking a break from doing things like finding a cure for cancer or chronic chapped lips, decided to study the difference between love and lust.
Galifianakis: I didn't wear a shirt because I thought, you know, that would make you feel more comfortable.
The property market in Brazil appears to be heating up and, mark my words, I plan to dive in with the zeal of seasoned real estate pros like Donald Trump or that Barbara woman from Shark Tank.
Here's the plain, simple truth: most of us fail like unbroken clockwork most of the time. In fact you could say that the only thing that we succeed at with any regularity is failure.
Part of growing up, it would seem, is slowly realizing one's perspective is not the only one to exist. This realization is a slower process, however, than one would imagine.