I wouldn’t necessarily refer to myself as quirky, but I do march to the beat of my own drum. Most of the time I live in my own little world and am completely happy with it, especially when I can listen to crap music without being told otherwise. So, with

During the winter months, it’s easy to feel cooped up – after all, outside it’s chilly, trees are dead, and everything is grey with rain or snow. So, obviously like me you’re inside, curled into a tiny bundle under several blankets unable to stop Netflix from automatically streaming several episodes

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.

Do you find yourself reading this site and thinking, “I’m young, broke, beautiful, AND I can write better than these chumps!”?  If so, now is your time to prove it. We’re currently looking to expand our author pool in San Francisco and New York and we’re hoping that you, our

Some dude who is probably leaving Portland after a one-year stand. Portland, my little city of dreams. I love you so much. Everyone claims to love you so much. Your dreary grey skies make for pretty poetry and days full of coffee and booze and strip clubs and cheap, delicious

Red Umbrella Diaries is back with its monthly installment at Happy Endings in the Lower East Side! After prepping some former and current sex workers’ writing skills through the RedUP’s Becoming Writers Workshop, the RedUP group is ready to celebrate their graduation as writers who can now articulate their own

A friend of mine is fond of reminding me that I am significantly more organized than the average bear, and part of my personal organizational freakyness is that I’m a chronic note taker. I take notes in meetings, I took pages of notes when I had class, and I still

I don’t know what it is, but over the years I’ve noticed a certain trend about me and offices: I always seem to get myself into trouble with members of the opposite sex. And let me be clear: by “trouble” I mean the good, naughty kind. Of course, I can’t