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The kid is finally asleep, or at least deeply committed to a show, and you've got fifteen minutes that are technically yours. You pull open the …
I try not to get frustrated when I lose at Solitaire. I tell myself it’s just a game, a way to unwind with a cup of …
You know the feeling. You've got ten minutes before someone wakes up, the house is quiet, and you open solitaire on your phone. You make a …
I’ve been playing Klondike solitaire for years, and I still remember the first time I switched from flipping one card to flipping three. I’d been coasting …
You've beaten Klondike. You know the drill: build those four piles up from Ace, flip through the draw pile, feel that little rush when everything finally …
There's a moment that seems made for solitaire: the nap that actually held, the bedtime that went relatively smoothly, the quiet pocket of twenty minutes that …
I pulled out my senior yearbook photo the other night. My mom was visiting, and my 18-year-old son was sprawled on the couch, hoodie up, playing …
Scroll through any 1990s high school yearbook and you'll spot the same thing I do every time: a sea of teenagers who look like they could …