I broke down and bought a puffy coat because I am weak. Sure, compared to other parts of the country, St. Louis isn’t too cold with its 20-something days and minor snowfall… But damn it, I’m cold. I’m constantly cold. When the girl who sat next to me changed jobs I inherited her space heater and, while it is awesome, it still … Keep reading…

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I was half-way done with this blog post when the craziest thing happened. (Okay, I wasn’t actually typing at the time, but I had planned to finish the post that evening.) Needless to say, things have been a bit bananas since. We’ll have more—plenty more!—discussion on that epic evening soon, but for now, here is the post that almost got lost in … Keep reading…

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I’m not a puffy coat kind of gal. More often than not, they look like you’re wrapped up in a sleeping bag—which actually sounds fantastic, but looks a little less chic. So winter after winter, I’ve survived in leather jackets or layered knits or polished trenches. And then I woke up and it was colder than the average cold, and my little … Keep reading…

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