For me, it was hard to tell when I was dating a product manager. Just kidding, I'm not that desperate. But you might be. And if you are, here are the signs to look for.
The only thing better than a cute baby is their own reaction to their irresistible cuteness!
While it's always good to get advice from an expert, I thought I'd go straight to the source and have a chat with the gender nonspecific, extremely affluent (and oftentimes overly intrusive and grossly inappropriate) entity know as "social media."
I'm immediately accosted by noise. Several talking toys are going off unprompted. Speakers blare children's music that sounds like Mickey Mouse Club on meth. Somewhere a child screams bloody murder.
An interesting question regarding Elton John's Dolce & Gabbana boycott.
My kid came home from school and asked me if "The Leprechaun" was going to come to our house and bring him chocolate coins. Really? That's a thing now?
This film tells the story of Russell, an undersized but big-hearted terrier who dreams of having a family of his own. After running away from his pet story, Russell gets taken in by The Ferraros, a family desperate to revive their grandfather's pro wrestling arena.
This weekend "Weird Al" Yankovic performed his classic song Yoda as a duet with Jodi DiPiazza, a 13-year-old autistic girl, at Comedy Central's "Night of Too Many Stars."
Urban Theatre Movement's latest production, M's Pamphlet, is a dark comedy that confronts difficult questions about humanity, death and family that are too seldom explored.
Make sure you're the first to speak up, so that no one steals your quote. And when you read the quote, read it emphatically, taking long, thoughtful pauses. And when you're done, close your eyes, as if you're savoring every last morsel of literary goodness.
It's already past Daylight Saving Time and it looks like Spring Break may be a bit freaky this year. Is this how it looks at your college?
when a friend challenged me to write down my 'Top 10 List of Pet Peeves,' I thought I'd struggle to come up with 10. I was so wrong. I've got 10. I could even get to 11. I could probably get to 'eleven-teen,' the mythical number my son uses when counting.