The holiday season is underway. I say this with confidence because November’s arrival ushers in auto-rejections to any time-off requests as a retail employee. It’s a timeless tradition where work-life balance is shelved for bending to consumerism’s staggering demands. Every year, I promise myself it will be my last in the suffocating, anxiety-riddled suck. It
Unless you asked me a direct question about food or sports, I was a child who was very shy around adults. Fighting a reputation for being “rude” to small-town folks because I couldn’t even muster please and thank you on Halloween or at the grocery store was tough. The best way to hone interpersonal communication
Sometimes, life is stressful. It isn’t always tailgating parties and Daisy Dukes like Morgan Wallen sings about. Most of the time, going through a day makes me realize a lot of music is just pandering bull crap. It feels more like Hank Williams Sr. and his crushing, heartache-laced blues. Bills are piling up, and my
“Dirty Ernie” finally kicked the bucket. Ernest Hubbard was my mom’s dad and had one hell of a biography to tell. Ernie lived to the ripe age of 87 and filled those years from Shawnee, Oklahoma, to Northern California with every story and trinket imaginable. He was the ultimate girl dad, though his four daughters
Bo McBrayer brings the spice with his Week 3 fantasy football advice, giving you the musings and information you need to keep your lineups “hot-n-ready.” Like most people who create fantasy football content, I have a day job. I am a licensed hearing care provider and manage a hearing aid center. While most of my
Bo McBrayer brings the spice with his fantasy football Week 2 advice, giving you the musings and information you need to keep your lineups hot-n-ready. Have you ever watched football for 11 consecutive hours on a leather couch? I have. My current couch is cloth, but I remember back when I was sticking and peeling
