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It's that time of year again, when my neighborhood looks intentionally festive rather than just lazy. The holly on the mailboxes, the icicle Christmas lights dangling off rain gutters, and the Nativity scene window stickers could all be mistaken by any new visitor to the cul-de-sac for recently adorned holiday decor put up by those eager to ...Read more

Congratulations! Your big new promotion is wonderful news. You definitely deserve your new, supersized salary and juicy executive perks.

Say what? You didn't get a big new promotion? Well, there's no reason for that. Or maybe there is.

Meet Gina Belli.

Belli is the author of "10 Reasons You're Not Getting Promoted," a recent post on PayScale'...Read more

"Hold on a second," my aunt said to my cousin, who was mid-story. She turned to stare at me. Silence fell over our dinner table. Then my aunt started to giggle.

"You have to be the loudest chewer in the entire world."

I was about 7 years old. And when I look back, this is the first memory I have of feeling truly mortified by someone's ...Read more

"They jump?!"

"That's what he say," the interpreter told me. "They jump."

The owner of Casa Lawrence, a kind man with an easy laugh and warm eyes that sparkle when he smiles, which is always, held out his left palm. He extended and curled the fingers on his right hand, making them look like worms jumping off his hand.

"Ping! Ping!" he said,...Read more

"How about 'The Wizard of Oz'?"

Too boring.

"How about a family of sugar skull skeletons?"

Too scary.

"We could all dress up as 'How to Train Your Dragon.'"

Not Halloween enough.

"Then how about we dress as candy corn?"

No! Then we'll be sad we can't eat us! Do we have to dress as a family?

My family...Read more

"Ooh, a bride! Look, Mama! She's so beautiful."

I turned around to see what my 3-year-old was talking about. We were shopping in Ross, so I expected that she was referring to a mannequin in a gorgeous dress rather than a real bride walking down the aisle. That is, unless she was completely lost -- or perhaps completely un-lost and, having ...Read more

I am American. I know where my grandparents were from, given that they either immigrated to America or were first-generation Americans. There is nothing exotic in my appearance to uncover, given that I'm most often referred to as having girl-next-door looks. Thus, the popular DNA tests never held much interest for me. What could I learn that I ...Read more

"My teacher says we need to protect the whistleblowers," my 7-year-old said.

These kids, I thought. They know everything.

My son talks about Donald Trump and politics casually with his friends the way I do with mine. It unnerves me. I grew up right outside of Washington, D.C., and I don't recall being this informed at his age.

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"Do you know why they call it a superstition?" Mr. Patrick, my sixth-grade teacher, asked the class. He had just told us about an old friend who died a horrific death with welts and boils, rashes and coughs, fevers and hallucinations, after refusing to heed the warnings and entering an ancient pyramid. The doctors didn't know what was ...Read more

"It's... bright."

This is about the closest thing to a compliment that the new shutters on my house and the new color of the front door have received.

Colorblindness runs in my family. I am not colorblind. I have what I believe to be a mild hue-blindness. The color wheel doesn't have as many options for me as it may for you. Where you see ...Read more

The bulk of those in my high school group of friends are a year older than I am. Recently, our group text thread was a robust conversation about whether they should attend their 20-year high school reunion. They chatted about whom they would want to see and whom they desperately would not want to see. But most of their interests and anxieties ...Read more