Winona Dimeo-Ediger

"These days, I don’t shop at the mall very often, but every once in a while when I find myself at a mall — any — I’m overcome by a wave of nostalgia for my salad days (although perhaps “Sbarro calzone days” would be a more fitting expression here). In many ways, I grew up in these chain stores and pretzel kiosks. And sometimes I feel compelled to write melodramatic poetry about it."

Justin: I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice. Me: Once or twice? Really, Justin? Justin: And by once or twice I mean maybe a couple a hundred times. Me: Right. Now we’re on the same page.

While flipping through a fashion magazine the other day, I was shocked at the revelation that “beachy hair at the beach” is now co

Suffering from a severe case of the frumps? Not anymore.

Our resident aesthetic ace offers fashion advice to a "professorial punk femme."

I’d been so busy patting myself on the back for conquering my big fears, I failed to acknowledge that the types of things that scare me had shifted. A lot of the obvious stuff didn’t bother me anymore — but what about all the smaller, more personal things that still scared the living shit out of me?

Princess Awesome celebrates the wonderful weirdness of little girls. And we're celebrating that.

A couple years ago, I started down a path of living a more natural, eco-friendly lifestyle.

Stage one: annoyance. Stage five: obsession!

You’re washing dishes or sorting laundry or grocery shopping, half-listening to a random Pandora station when it happens: Your favorite song from 7th grade starts playing.