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Throwback Thursday: The Same Five Pounds

A few months ago, I finally joined the rest of the world and watched “Miss Representation” (a rather fabulous documentary about the portrayal of women in the media). It made me cry, as just about everything does these days, but more importantly it convinced me to get rid of my scale. That’s right: my New…

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Chocolate is (not) for sharing

I know that relationships are supposed to be love and sharing and all but sometimes I don’t want to share.  Especially when it comes to chocolate.  And especially when it comes to my boyfriend who thoroughly enjoys dark chocolate but never gets around to actually buying any of his own. For the past year and…

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No More Beach Balls

So I’m in Target, perusing the Dollar Deals section in the front of the store for preschool-friendly goodies as I always do when it hits me: I have no need for foam super hero stickers or glow in the dark bracelets anymore.  I don’t need play dough, magic wands or butterfly wings this year. Why?…

Why Singletons Should Save Chocolate Bar Wrappers

This week was supposed to be my spring break.  I was going to sleep in and read books and drink iced chai while commencing my work on the great American novel (whilst cursing the parents of Queen Village for ruining my literary endeavors with their precious little darlings) but who are we kidding?  I’ve got…

Yet Another Reason to Embrace the Single Life

After seven days of grueling chocolate consumption, I’ve finally polished off the last of my Valentine’s Day candy.  This is not to suggest that I had any great number of suitors showering me with gifts last week (I received one and only one Valentine this year; it was from one of my preschoolers and it…

My Best Valentine’s Day (Obviously Not This Year)

Valentine’s Day.  You had to see it coming.  I can’t write a blog that’s primarily about dating and let the holiday slip by unnoticed, even though I’ll be doing my best to avoid all human contact on February 14th. I’ve had several great Valentine’s Day dates over the years, so if you’re looking for inspiration…

Weekend Report

You can’t break up with someone you were never with in the first place, but if you could, I’d be breaking up with Date #17.  It all started with the Martini Bar Soiree (leave it me to pick the one bachelor in all of Philadelphia who’s “too busy” to spend black Friday drinking martinis).  In…

Neither Girlfriend nor Facebook Friend

I’m sitting at my desk, snacking on raw almonds and thinking “Hmm, these nuts are rather nice without chocolate, actually” when my phone rings.  It’s a text from my friend Marisa: You have a boyfriend??? Marisa lives in LA.  This means that Wednesday’s misunderstanding, as promulgated by my unfortunate use of the word “girlfriend,” has…