Over the course of a week, the sounds in my ear became progressively worse. They escalated from the now familiar sloshing, to buzzing and ringing. I could no longer remain calm about it.
A woman in Florida living off the grid must plug in or face the consequences, according to a legal ruling.
This year, I will be 37. I am SO EXCITED.
Perhaps I'm fulfilling my duty as an American?
I jokingly named my tumor Punxsutawney Phil. I told everyone that if the tumor saw its shadow during removal, I’d have six more weeks of recovery ahead. It made the surgery seem less daunting.
My brain is always racing. This is the one secret that has worked for me consistently to fall asleep over the years.
Grab a slice of pizza. You need to have it in your hands to fully appreciate this article. Take a bite out of that slice of heaven and get ready for some pizza facts.
First I signed up for an all-female nude yoga class to dip my toe in before getting naked in a class with strange dudes. Hey, anything for science.
Forget most of the bullshit you know about juicing. It’s not that complicated -- anyone with a decent grasp of nutrition can do it.
Katie Couric's TV show asked me to put together a single girl's guide to Valentine's Day. Here's what I came up with!
I’d never really considered getting a colonic before, mostly because I have a regular and healthy pooping schedule and I didn’t think I needed any additional help excavating my bowels.
When the dude at the front of my boxing class comes over to my bag and tells me to "WORK off those Christmas calories!" the only invigorating effect it has on me is in my rage-tear activation complex.
I can’t help but wonder if it were men who were plagued with cellulite, would we have some more effective treatments by now?