I’ve written for everyone from the Funny Times to the New York Times and have appeared on both the Today Show and Morning Edition.
I’m the author of two collections of humorous essays about library work, Our Bodies, Our Shelves: A Collection of Library Humor and Just Another Day at Your Local Public Library (either of which would make a great gift for your favorite librarian or other bookish person.)
I’m also the editor of the ground-breaking (and now mostly out-of-print) Women’s Glib humor collections, including titles like Men are From Detroit, Women Are From Paris and When Cats Talk…
It started with this post on my online neighborhood bulletin board:
Hi neighbors! Sadly, a deer wandered into our yard and passed away under a tree. Does anyone have a private removal service they can recommend? Thank you.
Another neighbor quickly responded with a referral. Was the conversation over? Nope. It was just getting started. First there was a little back and forth about police work:
Call your township’s police department.
The police do not remove dead deer. That is obviously not a law enforcement function.
Then the original poster updated us:
The removal service came and took the deer…
I was looking for a photo to illustrate a fairly dry article about the fact that the Pennsylvania legislature is thinking of raising revenue by taxing all the packages being delivered to resident’s porches.
I put the term “Amazon package” in Medium’s photo search engine and got a bunch of perfectly appropriate images. Like this one:
After several years of reading online dating profiles and meeting men for coffee, staying single is looking better and better to me. But I’ve stayed on Match.com, in part for the pure enjoyment of reading what men choose to say about themselves when trying to attract a partner. For instance? Here are a few of my favorite lines from men’s online dating profiles:
Touch is important. What adult beverage shall we share?
Life comes one day at a time whatever we do.
It takes a special woman to appreciate what I have to offer.
My professional life seems to have…
While walking through O’Hare airport to get to a connecting flight that would take me back to Philly, I came upon something I’d never seen before.
An official City of Chicago Cannabis Amnesty Box.
It was a large green metal container, labeled Cannabis Amnesty Box, with an official-looking City of Chicago seal, sitting quietly amidst the bustle of the airport stores and boarding areas and eateries. A quick Google search revealed that these boxes had been installed at O’Hare so travelers wouldn’t get into trouble for transporting their legally acquired pot between state lines.
Naturally , I took a photo…
The library where I work just received an irate letter from a patron who complained that we weren’t quiet enough, citing crying babies, ill-behaved children and library staff talking too loudly with patrons and with each other. Because I’ve always thought of my workplace as a happily bustling place rather than a too noisy place, I logged onto Facebook, where I shared my story, then asked my fellow librarians, “Do you work in a quiet…
As somebody who loved Kay Thompson’s Eloise books, about a little girl who lived at the Plaza Hotel, I’ve always wondered what it would actually be like to live at an upscale hotel.
Now I know. I’ve been living at the Lafayette Park Hotel & Spa, a luxury hotel in California’s East Bay, for the past two weeks, and I can confirm that dwelling at a high-end hotel is pretty damn sweet.
I live in the Philadelphia suburbs. My son and daughter-in-law and three grandsons recently moved to Lafayette, California. …
Offices are cold.
He misses the outdoors.
Moving around is good for your brain.
Readers posted thoughtful responses to Ev’s observations about office temperature and video conferences. But the most passionate and engaged comments weren’t about these things. Instead, they were responses to Ev’s conclusion that “the coffee at home is better.”
Most Mediumites agree with Ev. And we had plenty to say about it.
Hell yeah it is.
You know what you…
Five years ago, I learned that the man I’d love and trusted for twenty years had a secret girlfriend for over a decade.
I kicked him out, changed the locks and got a good therapist. With the support of family and friends, I got on with my life.
Although I vowed to never set eyes on Mike again — and I’ve kept that promise — we have spoken on the phone. At first, it was because I needed to learn what had actually been going on during the years we’d been together.
In a nutshell? He was a dishonest, unreliable…
You are powerless over your clickbait addiction.
You live for listicles.
You have no attention span and love bright shiny objects.
You would sell your grandma in order to read a listicle about why you’d sell your grandma in order to read a listicle.
You tried reading Middlemarch but there were just too damn many words.
Nobody loves you, everybody hates you, but since this is the 21st century instead of going into the garden to eat worms, you’ve gone online to read listicles.
This is Medium. Medium is teaming with listicles, clickbait and malarkey. If you didn’t love listicles…