I was in my room the other day, getting cracking on my Christmas card list. With a heavy sigh I crossed off the people who were now dead to me and not(...)

I was in my room the other day, trying to figure out who’d been sleeping in my bed. I listened, I sniffed and I felt, but I couldn’t work it out. All (...)

Maeve Higgins

I was in my room the other day, making some yoga phone calls. I simply concealed my caller ID, assumed the lifted half-crow pose, placed my phone on t(...)

Maeve Higgins

I was in my room the other day, doing some life hacking. I glued my hands to my keyboard to prevent procrastination and set my eyes to “open” with the(...)

I was in my room the other day, transcribing some recent phone conversations I’d had with friends. Repeatedly listening to Cherie’s quickened breath a(...)

I was in my room the other day, writing to some big-time Hollywood producers about my movie ideas again. This time, remakes of blockbusters where the (...)

I was in my room the other day, arguing with strangers on the internet. They’d make a point, then I’d use both crude, badly spelled language to disman(...)

I was in my room the other day, drawing up my second-last will and testament. I knew instinctively which of my bras would fit each of my sisters, but (...)

My ideal ... height

I was in my room the other day, making prank calls. I called my father and pretended to be my mother, by speaking in her distinctive, gravelly voice. (...)

Maeve Higgins

I was in my room the other day, trying on all the pretty dresses and smelling all the nice pillows and reading all the romantic letters. Everything fe(...)