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Throw Back Thursday: Date #12

Here’s a little tidbit from 2010, back when I was young and crazy and able to date multiple men at the same time.  Enjoy! I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, eyes closed, holding the index finger of my left hand against my left nostril and breathing through my right.  Why?  Because the flap on…

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I Could Write Today If…

Sticky tabs. I could write today if I had the right sticky tabs. But mine are too small. Too big. Not the right colors. Index cards. I could write today if I had proper index cards. How can I come up with a decent plot without index cards? Sticky-backed index cards. I could write today…

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Breaking Up… with the Kids

The saddest thing, by far, about this relationship ending is that it hasn’t left just one hole.  It’s left three. TWD’s youngest accidentally took a pair of my jeans when flying home after the holidays.  There was some confusion with the laundry and well… teenagers are easily confused. I don’t actually care about the jeans…

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Excuses, Excuses

Hi there, remember me?  I used to blog here, but then I decided it would be a very good idea to produce two shows at the same time, apply for my PhD, run a free tap residency program for elementary school students in North Philly, write a fancy chapter for a fancy anthology on ethnicity…

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Of Treacherous Terrain

Sometimes I wish I’d written this blog anonymously.  It didn’t matter before—I was single, I was mainly freelancing and the “real” jobs I had were jobs I didn’t care about—but now that things have changed, it’s seems like everything I want to write about is off limits. This forces me to write about nonsense.  Like…

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It Might Be Time to WALK

On the way home from my semi-annual jog this morning, I couldn’t help but notice ELEVEN cars in line at the Dunkin Donuts drive through.  Call me crazy, but if you’re an able bodied individual under the age of, say, 65, and there are ELEVEN cars in front of you, don’t you think it might…

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Fun with Babies

I’ve never been much a baby person.  Toddlers?  Yes!  Preschoolers?  Yes!  Moody teenagers?  Yes.  (So long as it’s only in small doses and there’s plenty of alcohol nearby.)  But babies?  Babies scare me. This is why, when TWD invited me to join his college friends for a party last week, I started to get a…

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Trouble on the High Seas

The astute amongst you might have realized that I’ve returned from the Bahamas only to leave Philadelphia again without so much as a word here at Fieldwork in Stilettos.  That’s because… well, there’s lots of reasons really, but let’s just say stuff is bound to come up when you spend an entire week on a…