I was in my room the other day, straightening my hair so as to better impersonate a certain sister of mine. No particular reason, a bit of fun, sort o(...)

I was in my room the other day, trying on different shoes with different outfits. My sling-back heels teamed with my father’s old Mass suit worked wel(...)

I was in my room the other day, imitating the wind outside. I sighed and puffed and toyed with a plastic bag and I believe I was on the brink of creat(...)

I was in my room the other day, playing, “how long can I hold my breath”? I was doing well – not cheating and not panicking. I must have blacked out s(...)

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 (...)