If you’ve ever known someone who leaves his/her toenail clippings in the carpets, tosses clothes on the floor, or is just generally irritating in a way that makes you feel powerless, passive-aggressive or downright mean, this article is for you.
…when you toss aside the centerpieces and signature cocktails, you see the true heart of hosting. When we welcome people warmly and graciously into our homes, I believe we’re communicating a few important things: that their presence is worth a little extra effort on our parts. That we want them to feel comfortable and enjoy themselves. In short, that we value them.
During National Novel Writing Month, our writer decides that writers really are so weird they need their own reality show. Take John Cheever, for example, who could only write in the nude. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg in literary land.
If 99% of the world’s religions are to be believed, the lion’s share of our strange, bittersweet journey on this earth is a quest in learning how to live right. Kind of backwards, isn’t it? Here we are, marvels of bio-kinetic technology, cracked out of the box in mint condition – only to spend the next eighty or so years writing our own user manuals.
That Kind of Girl takes a fascinating and fresh look at the bastion of every neighbourhood worth its salt — the convenience store, home of the five-dollar loaf of bread, and rows of salty junk food peppered with plastic bins of limp produce, all offered at a gentle 300% mark-up.