Spread the Love: Four Things to Do with Your Christmas Money

Hi, sweet IMBO readers. I hope you are all having a great Christmas or whatever you are/are not celebrating today. I celebrate Christmas–or, better, I am celebrating Christmas right now at my parents’ house in the States. I’m up a bit early, thinking about what to do with my Christmas money. Pay Bills is at […]

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How I Travel, Let Me Count the Ways

The Badlands (not Lyon)My partner is lounging on the sofa in the living room. Every two or three minutes he yells, “Come’ere! Chris!” He wants me to see pictures of Lyon and its Festival of Lights, which we will be seeing in the flesh–if cities have flesh, and I think they do–tonight at around 7pm. […]

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Three Christmas Wishes

May our holidays burst with laughter and great times with family and friends. May our Christmas trees not explode. May we have the wisdom to understand that we are small compared to purple Christmas trees (and things like love and hope and all that). May we have the balls to change what is holding us […]

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The Life and Times of Patricia, the Cheap Old Bag Part I

I bought Patricia last year for sixty dollars, which I recouped when Lufthansa poked a hole in her on her virgin voyage. Some folks would toss the bag and buy and sturdier, more stylish case; I taped that baby up and gloated to friends, “She might be ugly, but she’s paid for.” She? Patricia . […]

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Christopher’s Christmas Carol (Part III)

Let’s back up a bit—beep, beep, beep—to the day my cast came off, just three days before my flight home. See, the airline had some silly discriminatory rule about casts in the cabin. It would have to come off if I was going to surprise my parents for Christmas. So off it came. The same […]

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Christopher’s Christmas Carol (Part II)

I had moved to Germany just five months before my redhaired, demon colleague caused me to break my ankle. When I left America, I bore the mane of a rock star—think Whitesnake or David Lee Roth…or Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, post-suicide blonde wig. I was pretty, and I’m not going to apologize. So upon […]

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Christopher’s Christmas Carol (Part I)

“I’ll race ya to the U-Bahn!” a petite, carrot-top English teacher shouted and darted out of the teachers’ room at our language institute. It was an icy late-October in Munich, so I threw my scarf around my shoulders and pursued. She didn’t have a chance; after all, I had been on the track team for […]

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