Jody Amable

The further I get into this series, the harder time I am having remembering what the eff has happened so far. You see, I am an Old Lady.

In the aftermath of my mom passing, I've learned to reconcile our rocky relationship with the knowledge that she loved me.

In this time of toy-giving, I'm reflecting on the impact one doll made on me and, I'm willing to bet, a small subset of other girls, too.

A few weeks back, I got looped into an Instagram chat with some coworkers from one of my gigs, who were snarking about the fact that the

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

I'm 30 years old and stuck in San Jose, the hometown I always wanted to leave. What happened?

A new feature with music picks tailor-made to ensure your weekend jam sessions are absolutely ravishing.

Jon Stewart, step aside. Your heir apparent has arrived.

No matter how drunk he is, he can’t NOT notice this. His hand is moving. What do I do? What do I do? Do I politely ask him to stop? Do I yell at him? Do I wheel around and whack him in the face? You don’t know what he’s doing, Jody. Calm down. Don’t make a scene.