I used to pop ibuprofen like candy. Every time I felt a headache coming on — and I got them frequently, sometimes several times a week — I’d immediately reach for the pill bottle. Two ibuprofen,...
I have a confession to make: I\'m a glass jar hoarder. Pasta sauce jars, jam jars, pickle jars, honey jars — if it comes in glass, I keep it. My kitchen cabinet currently houses about forty repurposed ...
I live in a second-floor apartment with…
I spent my twenties and most of my thirties hunched over a computer. Eight to ten hours a day, five days a week, plus additional hours on my phone in the evenings. I didn’t think much of it — ev...
We\'ve all been there. You pull your favorite white shirt out of the closet, hold it up to the light, and there they are — those ugly yellowish stains creeping in from the underarms. You could swear yo...
Last summer, I opened my electric bill and almost choked on my coffee. Three hundred and twelve dollars for a one-bedr...
Two years ago, I was spending at least an hour every single evening cooking dinner from scratch, plus another 30 minutes in the morning scrambling to put together a halfway decent lunch. That\'s over t...
About two years ago, I was going through my credit card statements trying to figure out where all my money was going. I earned a decent sa...
There\'s something incredibly satisfying about snipping fresh basil leaves from your own windowsill garden and tossing them into a pasta dish. It sounds like something only experienced gardeners can pu...
I want to start by telling you somethin…