Here's a thought: it's not a bad idea to remind everyone--and yourself--that personal texts in a group chat are not for public consumption.

Random acts of violence against Asian-Americans and Pacific Islanders have been mounting ever since the onset of Covid.

Almost every post-apocalyptic movie--from "12 Monkeys" to "Mad Max" to "I Am Legend"--stars a man. And yet, guess who's biologically primed to slay more zombies and survive the end of the world? Yes, us. Yes, women.

I'm not proud of that fact that I relapsed during Covid. One morning, I woke up, looked at our dwindling savings account and thought, "I need to exhale...tobacco smoke."

Don't get me wrong: I love "love." But Valentine's Day doesn't have to be a huge thing, whether you're in a partnership or not.

Johnson's latest novel Better Luck Next Time takes us to Nevada in the late 1930s, where women spend six weeks at the Flying Leap ranch to establish residence in the state and then nab a divorce.

Let me get this straight: we're in a pandemic, people die every hour, I eat ground turkey five nights a week---and you're in Turks and Caicos, frolicking on a damn yacht?

I hate puzzles. But I bet you don't and PRETTY RIPE is not all about me. So check out this 500-piece jigsaw puzzle that comes in a Blockbuster VHS case and wallow in nostalgia.