Are you sure you’re ready to come home?

The Husband is wearing a New Year's Eve tiara and is grinning. Vintage-style advert.

So, I guess I should say that The Husband doesn’t ordinarily wear a tiara? Also? Ireland. Read on, Reader!

Sports Mania SPECIAL broadcast: Post-Saint Patrick’s Day wrap-up

Action shot of Irish Stepdancers in Ireland.

COURTENAY BLUEBIRD: (Smiling.) What if TV sports shows did a post-game wrap up of St. Patrick’s Day events? Let’s find out! Read on, Reader!

The Olla Podrida of Ogden Avenue


MY FRESHMAN YEAR of college I lived in an apartment near my favorite coffeehouse. It was not my first time to live in a transitory neighborhood. But it was my first experience with a wheelchair flasher and a SWAT team. Read on, Reader!

Because this word should be in the dictionary— spellzerker


Have you ever had spellcheck start acting bizarre on a regular basis? Okay. But have you ever taken it personally? Wait! Don’t answer that. Read on, Reader!

The Marriage Interpreter [No. 42]

What'd I Do?

In marriage this saying is doubly true: Don’t ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer. Especially when the answer is an unprompted “Well, your forehead isn’t that big in real life.” No, really! Read on, Reader!

I Was a Teenage Irish Stepdancer! Or, A Few Notes on Irish Stepdancing That I’ve Been Meaning to Write Down for Years Now

Michael Flatley in Feet of Flurgh

For seventeen years’ worth of St. Patrick’s Days, I performed without pay (because I was still an amateur competitor) starting at 6 a.m. on the 17th and ending somewhere around 3 a.m. on the 18th. So today, I raise my cup of coffee to those dancing in the trenches— I was a teenage Irish Stepdancer. This is my tale. Read on, Reader!