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The enemy of my massage therapist, Janet, is her husband, Ricky. That’s no coincidence. They married young when they were so naïve.

’m going to run, jump, and climb over anything that stands between me and other people thinking good thoughts about me.

I appreciate the new possibilities social media has created, but I worry about what they’re missing out on.

5:00 AM: After taking a deep mindful breath, I stroll outside to my gorgeous backyard and teach my daily Pilates class to the woodland creatures.

Did we go to college together? No, I went to Penn State. High school? No, I’m from New York. Middle School? No, I never graduated.

Because at VERMO Liquid Ant Baits, we don’t sell insecticide. We sell experiences.

We don't even know him, what if this kickass party goes to waste because your baby ends up being a loser or something?

You think you know a person and then they run off with 29 of your closest friends to do a smash-and-grab.

When I dared him to grant me one wish, I should have known that a quite expansive piece of sandy land would appear right where I was standing.

While on the outside I look like I spent a past life as a lava lamp, my insides are as square as an actuary’s lunch box.

"What gives? Let's get fro-yo and drop a piano on him Looney Tunes-style."

“Everything must come to an end.” Did I just tell you I’m dying, or that I finished The Legend of Zelda?