The holidays have officially passed, and New Year’s Eve is just a few days away.  You know what that means– it’s almost 2012.  2012– the year that The World As We Know It is supposed to end, according to the Mayan calendar.  2012– the year that we’ll apparently be punished

What would be considered a Broke-Ass resolution, you ask? Well, here are ten I’ve come up with myself. 1. Watch The Sunrise At The Beach – When summertime comes back around, instead of heading back home, why don’t you stay at the beach and watch the sun rise? It’s one

I am sure you will be saturated with best of the year list with every other critic and blogger, but I wanted to share my discoveries of the year. This is a hodgepodge list of media that I did/saw/consumed/heard this year. If you are not already up on this, I

You may be tempted to take it easy in between the holidays and New Year’s Eve, but I always say it’s better to keep your celebratory momentum up or you may risk running out of steam. A night with Slavic Soul Party is the perfect way to keep the party

Really unfairly, Kwanzaa tends to be the butt of holiday-themed jokes. The multi-day holiday has been around for less than 50 years, honors African-American history and culture, and has, of course, way fewer participants than Christmas or Chanukah. It’s also nonreligious, making that last comparison meaningless. Not only is Kwanzaa

So I’m still new here. I’m also jobless (and actively looking for work), which means I have a lot of time on my hands to explore the city. My current favorite place (which I don’t think will change for as long as I live here) is the main branch of

I began this year’s shopping for my two-year-old by following my own advice:  buy only one or two great gifts for your toddler/baby because that’s all they need (if that considering the mounds of presents they’ve already received from their grandparents).  My husband and I decided what my two-year-old REALLY

It’s almost a given that at some point in your life some relative of yours has given you an ugly sweater for Christmas. You didn’t want to wear the abomination but you didn’t want make your aunt or grandmother feel bad. You vowed to never take the visual atrocity out