Jody Amable

Harnessing the courage within myself—courage I didn’t even know I had—to coolly, calmly call this guy out has made me a better human being.

If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”

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

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.

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.

There are a lot of things to hate about the Olympics.

The neighbors turned their lights off. My dog fell sound asleep. I kept reading. And at 1:03 am, I finished. All was well.

Like most nerd realms, music writing is a predominantly male world. Especially if, like me, your greatest love is classic rock.

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