Donald Trump has already built his wall, and I am paying for it.
My friends are paying for it. My family is paying for it. America is paying for it.
Rochester. Time to lighten up.
I know that can be a tall order. It’s the end of February, and even if this winter wasn’t cold or snowy, it was certainly grey and gloomy.
Fall is upon us, so it’s time for all your favorite fall activities: drinking pumpkin beer and hot apple cider around a bonfire, apple picking, pumpkin carving, crunching through leaves, haunted hay rides, and most importantly, stereotyping all these activities as only for…
I live in a small suburb that used to be a bustling port in the 1800s. The Erie Canal runs straight through town (and right next to my neighborhood), and what’s now lined with Irish pubs and ice cream shops apparently used to be a pretty major transportation hub. “The…
Put a park at Midtown.
No, seriously.
Rochester is teetering on the brink of a revitalization, and there are a lot of factors at play in that.
My dad got a new car last week. I talked him into buying a MINI Countryman, which I was very excited about because I love my MINI Cooper. His MINI is nicer than mine now. It’s my dream car, but he’s got the heated seats, sunroof, automatic climate control and windshield wipers, paddle…
As a young woman, I am constantly in need of the advice and life mentoring of older men. At least, that’s what most of them apparently think. I blame it on the hubris of privilege, because most of the 40 year old+ men I’ve met who have taken this tactic seem to be laboring under the delusion what…
I hate pickup trucks.
Okay, I should clarify. I do not hate all pickup trucks. If your truck is emblazoned with the name of a business and covered in ladders, or kinda rusty and filled with your friend’s stuff…
Okay, maybe not the worst, but at least the most interesting.
It was February 14th (duh). I had just turned 21 that year. My birthday is February 3rd, and my roommate’s was February 18th, so I was milking her DD status as much as possible…