The Vegetarian and the Carnivore
I prefer vegetables, Jordan likes meat. Although he enthusiastically cooked for me while trying to win my affections, he quickly tired of my pescatarian preferences. He started worrying that if he didn’t eat lots...
I prefer vegetables, Jordan likes meat. Although he enthusiastically cooked for me while trying to win my affections, he quickly tired of my pescatarian preferences. He started worrying that if he didn’t eat lots...
I love olives. I mean, I reeaally looooove olives. Castelvetrano—those plump green ones from Spain—are my favorite. But I am by no means an olive snob. I am beyond happy to open a cheap...
I have a recurring dream. A bomb is falling out of the sky. It’s large and oblong, a dark form made of steel. The bomb falls quickly, gaining speed as it gets closer to...
I first learned that Jordan hates birthdays in October of 2010 when he woke up one Saturday, looked at his phone and let out an awful noise. It started with a low moan and...
After a year of diligently collecting United miles, Jordan finally made premier status in time for the holidays. As much as I mocked his game of counting miles like they were one hundred dollar...
Buy a projector, create a movie calendar, and invite all of our friends: It was a great idea, and were it not for Jordan’s follow through a great idea it would have remained. You...