More DIY from Hell

This is the spiral staircase edition of DIY from Hell, and it begins with foolish optimism and ends in near divorce. Let’s start with some background. Here it is. Or, here it was. When I moved in with my husband, this is what remained of what I’m sure was once a glorious spiral staircase. This … More More DIY from Hell

Sick daze

I used to power through a cold. Just load myself up with meds and slog through the workday, conducting interviews where my questions made no sense. I’d simply hit the mute button during a coughing fit. But I am old now. Old people take sick days, and not the fun kind. Old people lay on … More Sick daze

Up close with a competitive eater

Back in my entertainment reporting days, I somehow landed on the absolutely disgusting competitive-eating beat. Cincinnati had embraced the sport, and it seemed as though every other restaurant was offering a gut-busting challenge: obscene burritos, exploding gyros, pizzas bigger than coffee tables, submarine sandwiches you could float in. Over time, I befriended the person who … More Up close with a competitive eater