I wrote this as part of a contest for new writers for non-fiction. I didn’t get selected, so I’m publishing here now so you can all agree I got shafted.

I wrote this as part of a contest for new writers for non-fiction. I didn’t get selected, so I’m publishing here now so you can all agree I got shafted.
*Old man voice* Back in my day, when you turned 14 you were able to apply for your driving permit. This let you drive with a licensed driver present in the car. In order to get this permit, you had to pass a multiple choice test. You could miss up to 7 questions and still be allowed to get your permit.
Continue reading “I’ve been driving for 18 years and now I have to start all over”
“Would you be up for a game of soccer tonight?”
Continue reading “The Start to, and End of, My Soccer Career”
My girlfriend and I have what we call Pasta Fridays. This traditionally (it’s a tradition even though we’ve only been doing it for the 3 months we’ve lived together) involves making a pasta dish for dinner, lots of wine, and chocolate for dessert while we watch old episodes of Top Chef. Oh the exciting lives we lead.
Continue reading “I made Marcella Hazan’s Pasta Sauce and lived to write about it”
Head down, nice and easy.