OK, this might be a weird one for you! I've been with my partner for about eight months. We love going out and being social. It's often just the two of us but we enjoy being around others. Lately, he's started doing something that is a bit (maybe a lot?) creepy when we're out.
I often hear people recoil at the idea that children and pets should have a degree of “fear” when it comes to their primary caregiver. "They should love you unconditionally!" they cry. "Fear is abusive!" But I’m here to tell you that this perspective often fundamentally misunderstands what that "fear" truly entails, and why it's absolutely crucial for establishing respect and, ultimately, a healthier, safer dynamic.
Everyone thinks their meat tastes the best. Now, you can put your money where their mouth is!
I previously thought about what it would be like to live as a dog. Now, as I'm sitting in the backyard of Buff Loft in WeHo, a squirrel running around has me thinking about animal life again.
I noticed recently that my partner's phone is in his first language and not English. It wasn't always that way and I'm suspicious about why he's changed it. It's making me wonder if he's hiding something. Should I confront him?
Every day it seems like the world (and by that, I mean Twitter -- or whatever it's called now) is coming to an end. And because of that, I shake my head and remember how sad society is with its reliance on social media.
If you still have cable TV, you've undoubtedly seen the commercial for Navage. It's the blue and white device people put up their nose to drain their sinuses. OK, so maybe it's described a little more eloquently than that in the ads but you know what I mean if you've seen it.
This summer, I decided it was time to experience Canada's Bay of Fundy, not from a lookout point, but from its very surface in Nova Scotia, nestled within a kayak.
In the world of babysitting, there are heroes and there are, well, Tanners.
I've always heard that New Yorkers are rude. They have a certain aggressive way of talking and it gives a brash vibe to outsiders. Over here in California, I've always thought the sunshine and weather made people naturally happier. I dunno. I think I might be wrong about Cali -- at least nowadays, anyway.
We have a big comfy bed but as the night goes on my husband takes up more and more of it. It's almost like he's gradually pushing me off the bed as he moves in the night. I can't sleep because he's constantly shifting. How do I finally get a good sleep?
There are moments in life when the universe taps you on the shoulder and delivers a reality check so profound, so utterly undeniable, that it chills you to the core. For some, it might be the first gray hair. For others, it's struggling to open a jar. For me, it was a perfectly innocent basket of french fries. And let me tell you, those fries were salty. Too salty, in fact.
There's a lot to see at Manitoba Museum which, I'll be honest, is surprising because the building in downtown Winnipeg almost looks like an office space. From the outside, you'd have no idea inside is an amazing collection of history from the Canadian prairies.
For as long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with two things: exceptional coffee and the creamy, comforting embrace of ice cream. And when the two collide? Pure, unadulterated bliss.
There’s a phrase that haunts the post-breakup landscape, a saccharine lie whispered, typed and sometimes even shouted for all the world to hear: “I wish them all the best.”
It's a new relationship but my partner doesn't drive. I hate always having to drive and pick him up. He said we can take a bus to go on dates instead of me driving. Bus is incredibly inconvenient so I end up driving and it leads to fights. Should he become an adult and drive himself around?
Ditch the sticky and embrace the chic-y
I've always been an outlier when it comes to "hometown pride." You know that unspoken, often loudly proclaimed, obligation to pledge unwavering allegiance to the city you were born in or currently call home? Yeah, I've never quite grasped it. In fact, I find it a little… manufactured.
Nova Scotia, a land of craggy coastlines, charming fishing villages and vibrant maritime history, holds a secret that beckoned to my adventurous spirit: the tidal bore. (No, it's not some wild animal. But it is definitely wild.)
By now you've figured out how I work. I love experimenting in the kitchen, pushing flavor boundaries. This one came to me at breakfast the other day while I was enjoying a fruit plate and, of course, our Buff Boy coffee! I thought, why not combine them? I'm not saying dip the fruit in coffee. I'm saying add coffee to the fruit dip.
Collin is known as a diva for his nighttime routine. (Remember, we're in a unique situation at Buff Loft that we live with our co-workers so we know more about each other than the average colleagues.)
I'm an introvert but my partner is an extrovert. He's the life of the party and I like staying home and having quiet nights. He insists we go out and do more but I have no interest in that. Should I be more social or should he be less social?
Let’s talk about cooking shows. Specifically, that grating, military-esque chorus that echoes through almost every competitive culinary arena on TV: "YES, CHEF!"
