From the Editor

My sweet grandma was notorious for slicing overly generous portions of pie, cake or really anything that was categorized as “added sugars” in the MyPlate nutritional guidelines.

In an era of 24-hour news cycles, constant digital streaming and sensory overload, we don’t use our minds very well. The brain is the most complex and underappreciated organ in the body. Perhaps we should exercise ours with a balanced set of tools – including among them a healthy dose of skepticism.

It’s that time of year when Bowflex and Jenny Craig monopolize our televisions and the parking lot to the gym looks like a corral on shipping day.

Growing up, my mom was infamous for having totes and totes of Christmas decorations nestled in our crawlspace. It drove my dad bonkers.

When moving into your third house in an 18-year span, each one within the same square-mile area, wisdom says the last move will be more efficient than the previous.

Speaking as one who has not yet tried the Impossible Whopper, and who doesn’t plan on it anytime soon, I’ll be so bold to say the alternative beef industry needs to up its game.