Barely two weeks until ToB time. Just saying.
The ToB is nigh. Barely two weeks until this year's Tournament of Books, presented by Field Notes.
In early New England, anyone who stood near an open door or window faced mortal danger. A conversation with a woman who hunts for gravestones with epitaphs describing death by lightning strike.
For two months, critics of Occupy Wall Street have complained that the group has no recognizable demands, no plan for reforms. But that’s not the point. They don’t want to reform the system. They want a new one.
As a reader, you have a choice of which books, magazines, and newspapers to consume. I’m committed to bringing you the finest in the written word.
The worlds of professional wrestling and contemporary fiction aren’t so far apart. Our writer immerses himself in the Total Nonstop Action Wrestling Federation, to the point of being flung across the ring.
Americans spend more on health care than anyone in the world, yet the quality of our care doesn’t match up. We need a new system—one we can believe in.
The confetti’s been tossed, the funny hats are crumpled in the corner, and at least three of us had a little too much champagne.
The best realtors have personality, professionalism, and drive—Mike Ferry’s One-on-One training seminar is where they get it. Three days of ego crushing, dream building, and chasing the world’s greatest real-estate agent, Froy Cadelario.
Erik Estrada wants us to buy land, Ron Popeil wants us to shoot our salad. Promising a better life—free of ills financial and otherwise—when infomercials air on a Sunday morning, the effect can be downright spiritual.
Perhaps the only joy in making new year’s resolutions is the variety of ice cream flavors it takes to break them.