“Check my pulse,” I turned to my partner, Alex, who was lying in bed beside me. We had eaten weed gummy bears hours earlier. He was doing fine and I… well, I was asking him to check my pulse.
“It’s really fast, isn’t it?” I asked, wrist held out in front of me. He nodded.
“Can people die if their pulse is too high for too long?” I pressed. Alex seemed to pause and consider this before shaking his head ‘no.’ He also began growing jagged teeth and his skin was turning green. Neither were good signs.
Our German shepherd…
The click-and-fizz noise of a Diet Coke can opening was the soundtrack of my childhood. My mom used to drink around 6–8 cans a day even while she was a high school health teacher (and knew the adverse health effects).
Oftentimes, our making unhealthy decisions isn’t for a lack of knowledge. We know what we should do to stay healthy and energized, but it’s a far cry from what we actually do.
As for me, I knew I felt sluggish because I was skipping meals and eating nothing remotely green. That wasn’t a revelation.
But what kept me from doing…
Following the 2016 US election, I started paying more attention to what my mom’s cousins had to say on Facebook. Before then, I had scanned over their (often sexist or racist) ramblings, but suddenly it became more relevant.
I started sincerely engaging with them. I wanted to learn. I thought they had real grievances that I was unaware of. One cousin told me Obama had ruined her business, and I asked her how so, and if she could point to a federal policy. Honest to God, I believed I had something to learn from her.
Instead, her response was a…
The coffee table in my home was built in 1990. It’s a solid oak rectangular storage box. My grandparents bought it for my parents from Amish furniture makers in Indiana, and it has traveled from their home, to Chicago, and now all the way to Boulder, Colorado.
Like many people in their 20s, my home is filled with furniture from the previous generation. “Borrowed” and passed down from parents, aunts, and other relatives, or bought secondhand.
Since I’m neither settled nor have a large budget, buying new and modern furniture never seemed like a good financial choice. …
For a start up, innovation can take years of low or no revenue before it hits a crucial inflection point. When charted against time, this growth line has been called a hockey stick growth curve.
For the first few years, growth seems dismal over the flat hockey stick blade. It’s not until an inflection point does the payoff become tangible. After the inflection point, growth surges over the rising incline of the hockey stick shaft. After this point, it’s finally a feeling of, wow, this is really happening.
In sum, the basic principle of a hockey stick growth curve is…
On her website, Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez sells a $58 sweatshirt that says “Tax the Rich.” A friend of mine recently reposted a video of billionaire Kevin O’Leary wearing this sweatshirt and joking, “inside of every socialist there is a capitalist screaming to get out!”
I sent her a question about it, and my friend replied that it was just ironic that someone who wants to tax the rich is selling an expensive sweatshirt. To be clear, this friend is not a fan of AOC and also called her “irrelevant.” …
I live in Boulder, Colorado and am currently a dog walker. In other words, I spend a lot of time outside.
This past week, we’ve seen temperatures hovering around zero degrees. The dog walking business has not been good. Few available walks have appeared on my Wag app since the polar vortex hit. With the exception of a Husky or a German Shepherd, it’s probably too cold for most breeds to be outside, and in reality, it’s too cold for me, too.
So I spent the last week inside. …
When it comes to healthy eating, for me, it’s not just about time, but also about energy. When I’m low on inspiration, my mind can only process one-track things. Therefore, I need a rotation of one-track meals or snacks in order to avoid junk food.
I need cut-it-up-and-throw-it-on-the-pan food.
Some evenings, I don’t have the energy to orchestrate a symphony of different pans, spices, and cutting board stations. Some days, the only thing I can successfully accomplish is not frying something into oblivion.
Some meals or snacks call for being as basic as possible with some added heat.
Three years ago, I decluttered one item a day for two years straight in an effort to achieve a minimalist lifestyle. But one thing I hardly touched is my bookshelf. I had a collection of nearly 150 books, ranging from old paperback fiction to a book outlining the lives of ants.
Because I’m moving soon, I started decluttering one item a day again. Finally, I admitted that I needed to address my book collection, before it became, once again, five brick-heavy boxes to move.
Books, unlike clothes, are harder to declutter because I’m better at inventing reasons to keep them…
On Sunday, once again, I woke up with a migraine. Okay, I thought, another junk day. I’ll take some Tylenol, have a bit of CBD, and do what I can to stay comfortable.
And while I’m at it, why not take a hot bath?
I was gifted Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop bath salts for Christmas; one is called “Under the Weather Bath Soak.” Besides salt, its next main ingredient is mustard powder, which turns the water yellow. And not a fluorescent yellow, but more like a dingy, feeling-a-little-dehydrated yellow.
Otherwise, it’s a wonderful, luxurious product, and I was looking forward to…