Posts Tagged ‘ parents ’

An Open Letter to All Almost-Thirty-Somethings Living at Home with their Parents To all almost-thirty-somethings living at home with their parents: It’s okay.  So am I. best, Melissa Because I like to keep a record of my rejections.  Plus, they sorta tell us to.
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I am now at a precipice. This isn’t a metaphor for anything. I’m literally at a precipice. Below me is a double-black diamond run. It’s called Spanky’s Ladder. I had to hike uphill about 120 feet to get here. That may not seem like much, but at an altitude of 9,000 feet there is...
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If we weren't trying to perfect daffys and spread eagles, we were trying to pick up ski bunnies. I use "pick up" liberally. I should say we followed ski bunnies and tried to get them to giggle and in turn follow us. If we were feeling particularly bold we would try to finagle a...
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What follows is an account of my 8-day spring break vacation, spent at the ski resort Whistler/Blackcomb in British Columbia, Canada. It’s just me and my parents. I am 30 years old. Single. Depressed. God rapes us in mysterious ways. For those of you who may know me and my parents, I must say,...
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What follows is an account of my 8-day spring break vacation, spent at the ski resort Whistler/Blackcomb in British Columbia, Canada. It’s just me and my parents. I am 30 years old. Single. Depressed. God rapes us in mysterious ways. For those of you who may know me and my parents, I must say,...
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At dinner I look through the window beside me and notice the women in the hotel room across the way are standing around in their underwear trying to figure out what to wear. From a distance they seem attractive. I try to will them to remove their underwear or to look at me and...
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