I was once told by a stranger that I reminded him of Liz Lemon. He was a stocky, 28-year-old Bronx native who evidently meant the comparison as a form... 

For most of you readers out there, the first week in May means reading period, early exams from overeager professors, and sad hours spent cooped up in... 

I used to think I was smooth with the fellas. Then 10th grade came along, and I got a cell phone. Yes, I blame the drop in my level of “game” not...