The chicken nuggets were a hit. I’ll give you the recipe, but you’re probably not going to like it. In fact, if you count yourself within the ranks of the epicurean geek corps of The Alton Brown Army, you’ll absolutely hate it. I say this not because the dish is in any way inferior to the results of Mr. Brown’s culinary acumen, but simply because I don’t go in for pesky annoyances like measurements and baking...

As of today, our wedding is officially two months away, and the days are starting to slip past us a bit quicker now, with every terrible tick and ominous tock of the countdown clock accelerating us faster and faster to the I Do Deadline. It’s a funny thing, a wedding. When it’s far off in the hazy glimmer of some distant day, it’s exciting and joyous and – perhaps most importantly – it’s all theoretical....

Yesterday, I took aim at the JK Wedding Entrance Dance with a critical eye poking through the telescopic site of my Hate Rifle. I didn’t intend for the tone to come across quite as caustic as it apparently did, although I did mean everything I said. Well, mostly… In part two of my Jill and Kevin tirade, I want to expose the hypocrisy behind my words and maybe smooth over some of the rougher bits of part one. I admit that I am...

As you may or may not know, I am about to get married. And, while I prefer to pretend that I never made a Huge Mistake, the disastrous horror that was my first marriage cannot be omitted from my experience, and so I must regrettably acknowledge that this will be my second walk down the aisle. I wish it wasn’t. I wish I could grab a Magic Eraser and Mr. Clean the stain of those wasted years away, but I can’t. They’re...

I’m going to turn you over to Brittany fairly quickly today, at least in comparison to my usual painfully verbose introductions each Wednesday. I promise to be quick today, and I just want to thank everyone for their kind words concerning yesterday’s essay. I try not to let the stupidity of others get under my skin, but I truly believe that the language is devolving before our eyes, and unless some sort of literary intervention...

As some weird form of sadomasochistic exercise, I sometimes like to debate the various political and financial systems of the world with friends and family. I’m not sure why I do this, beyond the simple need for keeping mentally fit with cognitive gymnastics routines, but I’ve done it for years. For better or worse, I seem to cling to the preposterous notion that there is a better way to do things. There’s always a better...