Sometimes things move a little slowly over here in Broke-Ass HQ. It’s that whole “not having any money” thing. But as an advertisement for ketchup once told me “Good things come to those who wait”. And the wait is over folks! Young, Broke & Beautiful: Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living

So I moved to Portland last summer from San Francisco and, as you can tell from my previous posts, (A Scumbag’s Guide to Portland) I’m madly in love with it.

We all know someone who is a hot mess of a person. Is that person you? Are your friends secretly wishing you’d just die already? Is even your sweet, loving Nana ready to take you out back and beat you like a dirty rug?  Take this handy quiz to find

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.

A couple of months ago, I wrote an article about how you can make all Broke-Ass moms proud across the world with my simple recipe for Chicken Broth.  If you haven’t read it, read it here. But today I realized that using the contents of your refrigerator plus leftovers from

Every Thursday night on the southwest corner of 16th and Mission, a crowd begins to gather. A woman will kneel down and take out sidewalk chalk, patiently tracing a sprawling pastel circle on the concrete. At 9:30, the first poet will step into the chalk and let loose a yawp

If you’re not paying attention to the calendar having too much summer fun, I’ll be the one to remind you that it’s Friday the 13th. Don’t be scared. All you have to worry about is Jason taking Manhattan again. I doubt that will happen, but if you’re hoping it does