Joanne Palmer writes a weekly lifestyle and humor column for the Steamboat Pilot & Today. It appears on Sundays in the D section. Contact her at email@example.com
The last time skinny jeans were in style, I split mine on a dance floor in Niles, Ill. It was in the early ’80s, and I was executing a bold move on a disco dance floor when I heard an unmistakable sound that could mean only one thing — it was time to go home.
Thankfully, thousands of tourists came to town to enjoy Steamboat's abundance of snow in December with the nearly 14,000 people on the mountain on peak days.
Glass is nearly impossible to clean up. Even if you vacuum, sweep, mop and crawl over the floor looking for the tiniest pieces, a week later you will spot another shard glinting in a corner.
There will be no Christmas next year. I have looked into my crystal ball and am here to announce, sadly, that Christmas will only be an app in 2013. The iChristmas app.
Treat yourself to a digital detox and turn off the news for 24 hours, or longer if you can stand it. Hide your iPads, iPhones and iPods. Turn them off for a few hours.
It’s been 45 years since schoolyard bullies called my brother “retard,” but every time I hear that word my hands still instinctively curl into fists.
Poor gluten. No one likes you anymore. It’s getting hard to find a food product that doesn’t have a gluten-free option.
Listen to yourself and your friends, and you might be surprised at what you complain about. Is it really a problem? There are people in Steamboat who don’t have enough of the basics.
Election season is here, and in Canada a cat has decided to get in on the action. Tuxedo Stan, a striking 3-year-old black-and-white cat, is running for mayor of Halifax.
It was 1972, and I was running for senior class president. I was mad at the school administration, fired up to change things and convinced I could do it as class president.