As much as you are looking to get all caught up in the fun, thrill and joy that comes with planning for a wedding, you need to be wary of the rising costs when it comes to planning for a wedding. Considering how things are going, you could be left wondering if your dented wallet will ever recover.Read More
Videogame characters live epic existences. They save worlds, blow things up, achieve ultimate power and get the girl. But that’s them. You’re you. You don’t have ultimate power, you can’t save the world, and people call the cops when you blow things up. However, you can still get the girl, IF you take your cues from the right game characters. In other words: not these guys.Read More
Elliot Salem lugged his oblong luggage down the steps of the charter plane. The black baggage, similar to a fisherman’s lure box, bumped the sides of the railing as he descended. Grasping the handles with slippery fingers, he over-corrected the luggage’s sway with each step. Thud, clunk, thud-thud, clunk.
As his safari boots crunched the sandy earth of Mauritius, Elliot plopped the case down and stretched his back. His glasses fogged from the humidity, and he wiped the dew away in tiny circles with the hem of his blue polo.
“Dr. Salem… the botanist?” asked a dark-skinned native holding a piece of paper with the scribbled letters “S-A-L-E-M.” The paper curved damply in the breeze.Read More
Kitties. Furry balls of fluff. I read somewhere that if you incorporate pictures of cute kittens into WHATEVER you have on the Internet, your page views will skyrocket.
There's just something about cats that makes them uber-powerful, even on the Web. In real life, the power cats hold makes them pretty mysterious. Like, how do kittens scare giant dogs? How do cats scare off bears?Read More
I don’t know how I got here. I mean, I do, physically speaking—I drove two hours in my Toyota, fighting the holiday traffic. But I don’t know how I got here mentally. You know, like when you’re doing something absurdly conflicting to your character, and you don’t remember when you altered your path to get to that point.
I’m sitting in a bar gagging on the cigarette smoke spewing from the mouths of drunkards. The Leaky Barrel, it’s called: A hole-in-the-wall tavern off the touristy route. It’s cozy, I suppose, in a claustrophobic way.Read More
When I received the swanky invitation to the Locksley’s dinner party, I almost chucked the lace card in the trash. The invitation was a mistake. The Locksley’s and I were not on good speaking terms. I’d dated one too many of their daughters and had been told by Mr. Locksley, in the most gentlemanly fashion, to scram. But I held onto the card, magnetizing it to the fridge. Mrs. Locksley phoned a week later, inquiring about my RSVP.Read More
When I was nine, I proclaimed myself leader of the recess crew, and while the power to decide which games we played lasted for quite a stint, it all went down in flames when the other girls found their voices and chose to overthrow me as the acting dictator.Read More
For as long as I can remember, she’s loved her caves. She doesn’t like going underwater, but she’ll go underground. (I don't get it either.) She's easily bothered by tight spaces—like being enclosed in the Mission: Space ride at Disney World—but she’ll happily skip into a cavern full of tight crannies. I’ve always thought it’s her blonde hair: It makes her a bit crazy. So, on another cave adventure, we waved at Mount Shasta as our white Corolla passed the green lake and rocky mountains. We were headed north to Oregon, land of rain and treacherous wilderness. Our destination: the Oregon Caves National Monument.Read More
Before the ease of publishing with outlets like eBooks, there were (and still are) places like PublishAmerica. Simply put, they’re known as vanity presses (“pay us a gazillion dollars, and we’ll publish your crap for you, no matter what it is”). They’re called loopholes.Read More
The problem with Examiner.com is that I'm trying to be a serious writer. So it doesn’t seem fair to spend hours of my week writing for a site that pays by the view—and doesn’t have a great way to promote my work.Read More
On Oct. 1, 2009, China celebrated, according to the Associated Press, its “rise to a world power over 60 years of Communist rule.” No one doubts China’s power and success: It’s a great accomplishment; but let’s not forget the ever-expanding crevice splitting the rich and poor, the severe pollution scourging the atmosphere and, as reported by the AP, “rampant corruption” terrorizing villages. I’m not even going to dabble into the problems of religion and the persecution of Christians.Read More
In California, the summers are extremely dry.
We’re blessed if we get any kind of precipitation at all. The thirsty grass turns a golden-brown, the once raging rivers become a trickle, waterfalls dry up, flowers wilt and the sweltering heat arrives. There is no humidity in California. No stickiness—just dry air. And guess what thrives on a bone-dry land? I’ll give you a hint: it’s not cacti.Read More